I have just discovered the joy of Bastet’s Pixelventures. I have sneaked two photo prompts in to one in this post because having just come back from holiday, the kids going to school etc, I just missed last weeks, but had a photo I really wanted to show and thought suitable.
This weeks prompt you will find here and the one I ‘nearly’ missed right at the bottom.
As most of you know I just returned from North Devon. We have been here for a few years.
However this year I discovered a true gem of a place, seemingly kept secret as I just can’t believe we did not come across it before. I was told about it by some traders at an Antiques Market that we visited.
This gem takes the form of Clovelly Village. Full details of the place you can find here, as I just cannot do it full justice.
In simplistic form it is an old fishing village on a very sharp incline straight down to the Harbour, having a narrow cobble path leading back up and past the village.
This village really comprises of one street, the whole area having been maintained and kept in keeping by the same family for years.
It really is a magical experience to visit. I shall be sharing some photos of it later in other posts and on my Flickr when I get time to update it.
As no motorized vehicles can get to the houses everyone takes a nice healthy steep walk to get to see the village and it’s local residents. It inhabits a few shops in the form of ice cream parlours and shell sellers plus of course some great pubs.
What village could hold it’s name up high without a pub?
On my way down muttering lots of “ooohs” and “aaahs” as I passed fairytale style houses fully dressed up for Easter I passed one bright yellow one.
No one else’s house was yellow and this really was a canary yellow, there was no hiding this one for sure.
Infront of this house sat a completely unabashed man smoking his pipe semi dressed in vest, letting the suns rays adorn his flesh as he looked like he might have sat there for days.
I stopped and started chatting. He had a heavy cockney accent, once of London he had now spent over 23 years to be precise living in this village. I asked him about the choice of house colour. His retort was “the Lady of the Estate obviously got it in for me!”
I laughed and promptly asked him if he would mind me taking a picture of him, he kindly obliged.
I present this to you completely unedited cept for putting my name on, so you can see how utterly magnificent the yellow colour is and how he settles nicely in to the picture in sharp contrast.
He is mellow, and I call this picture “Mellow Yellow.”
I’m nipping in the side door a little late for this pixelventure however I was assured my photo would nonetheless be welcomed! 🙂
The prompt for the week just gone is “dusk” Whilst in North Devon I was able to get a much coveted photo shot.
There is a road leading from where we stay to the local village. It is a windy road with a steep cliff edge.
There are a couple of rather scary looking small spots that one can stop at (which are always full). But on this one night that we happened to be out, there was a slot and hey presto, car screeched to a halt and I leapt or waddled out with my camera in tow.
I present the original:
I now present a gallery of edited versions, they are all numbered, I would love to know which one you like best! (if you click on one gallery pic it will open up to show large views)
As always thank you for reading/looking!
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