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A late-summer walk from the Suffolk
Punch stud at Hollesley Bay around the
coast near Shingle Street and back to
Hollesley via several farms and public
rights of way I could probably never find
again. The weather hadn't been
particularly good - warm but dull
overcast, Buster the border terrier got
very tired (he was only young, and
preferred to be carried much of the way),
and we were all hungry and thirsty after
20 minutes, with not a pub in sight. I somehow lost what turned out to be an expensive
lens hood from my Sony A6000, and a search for it just wasted more drinking time. All
the bird life had legged it, and there was nothing else photogenic that I could find, so the
only picture I managed to take was this one of baled-up crops stacked up in a field. The
shapes and the colours appealed; it's an odd composition, but I still quite like it, so the
day hadn't been entirely wasted.
A late-summer walk from the Suffolk Punch stud at Hollesley Bay around the coast near
Shingle Street and back to Hollesley via several farms and public rights of way I could
probably never find again. The weather hadn't been particularly good - warm but dull
overcast, Buster the border terrier got very tired (he was only young, and preferred to
be carried much of the way), and we were all hungry and thirsty after 20 minutes, with
not a pub in sight. I somehow lost what turned out to be an expensive lens hood from my
Sony A6000, and a search for it just wasted more drinking time. All the bird life had
legged it, and there was nothing else photogenic that I could find, so the only picture I
managed to take was this one of baled-up crops stacked up in a field. The shapes and the
colours appealed; it's an odd composition, but I still quite like it, so the day hadn't been
entirely wasted.
A late-summer walk from the Suffolk
Punch stud at Hollesley Bay around the
coast near Shingle Street and back to
Hollesley via several farms and public
rights of way I could probably never find
again. The weather hadn't been
particularly good - warm but dull
overcast, Buster the border terrier got
very tired (he was only young, and
preferred to be carried much of the way),
and we were all hungry and thirsty after
20 minutes, with not a pub in sight. I somehow lost what turned out to be an expensive
lens hood from my Sony A6000, and a search for it just wasted more drinking time. All
the bird life had legged it, and there was nothing else photogenic that I could find, so the
only picture I managed to take was this one of baled-up crops stacked up in a field. The
shapes and the colours appealed; it's an odd composition, but I still quite like it, so the
day hadn't been entirely wasted.

Bales baled


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A late-summer walk from the Suffolk Punch stud at Hollesley Bay around the coast near Shingle Street and back to Hollesley via several farms and public rights of way I could probably never find again. The weather hadn't been particularly good - warm but dull overcast, Buster the border terrier got very tired (he was only young, and preferred to be carried much of the way), and we were all hungry and thirsty after 20 minutes, with not a pub in sight. I somehow lost what turned out to be an expensive lens hood from my Sony A6000, and a search for it just wasted more drinking time. All the bird life had legged it, and there was nothing else photogenic that I could find, so the only picture I managed to take was this one of baled-up crops stacked up in a field. The shapes and the colours appealed; it's an odd composition, but I still quite like it, so the day hadn't been entirely wasted.
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Off-white mount and a thin black frame with a gold inner edge

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