Looking for a new direction in some of my familiar locations and the only way is up. These are three drone shots from sunset in Dunorlan.
I’m still getting used to the camera which is much lower quality than I use for my normal pictures, but I’ll get there!
After cheekily pushing this blog away from home in my last post, I’m back in town in three of my favourite and possibly over-familar spots.
My challenge in today’s rush around as ever was to photograph them in new ways:
Dunorlan this morning:
The Rock House at Sunset:
The Rocks tonight:
I genuinely love how popular this blog about Tunbridge Wells has got recently, but when I took some time recently to look through all of my pictures from this year and choose my best, I’m afraid only a few local ones made the cut.
For the benefit of those who only know of what I take round here, below is the full set- if it stirs any interest, I have another blog which features many of them- The travels of the Colour Blind Photographer.
Maybe it is because we have so many beautiful old buildings, but I sometimes forget how new Tunbridge Wells actually is. We haven’t in fact got as long a history as the USA.
This really struck me on Heritage Weekend when we finished off our tour of local churches at Capel.
The Church of St Thomas a Becket here is old even by mediaeval standards, with parts being built not long after the conquest. I was delighted to find something so old inside the borough, if only just- like it’s neighbouring church in Tudely (of the Chagall windows) this building is actually nearer to Tonbridge than it is to the rest of us.
The Church itself has a simple elegance inside:
Somewhat more dramatic is a set of mediaeval wall paintings which were only discovered and restored in 1967:
Outside is a beautiful graveyard where it is believed that St Thomas A Beckett actually preached – hence the name:
A stark reminder of the age of the graveyard was this tombstone hidden in the roots of a tree:
We followed our visit with a walk through a nearby orchard:
And finally, some local woods:
…only when there is still some light.
My last post about the terror of a Tunbridge Wells photographer, lost in the wilds of Tonbridge caused quite a stir.
In the midst of all the conversation, I spent a happy half hour watching the Sun go down over Haysden Lake:
Not another big album of gloomy black and whites to wade through this time- just one grab shot of a gorgeous evening in Southborough.