A feeding frenzy of black headed gulls on the River Thames.
Every spring, woodlands across England erupt into carpets of bluebell blossoms. It’s nice to stop and admire one close up. Wytham Wood, Oxfordshire.
Cacti in bloom in Kew Gardens at the Princess of Wales greenhouse.
The Dungeness nature reserve is covered in abandoned fishing huts and disused narrow gauge train lines that have been left to buckle in the sun.
Always so sad to find a lost egg in the spring time. Wytham Wood, West Oxfordshire.
The Malvern Hills, west England, stretch through the countryside and you can walk from peak to peak.
The National Trust/English Heritage site of Hailes Abbey in Gloucestershire law in ruins, but you can walk around the footprint and the remaining walls.
The shingle beach of the Dungeness nature reserve is littered in abandoned and disused fishing boats.
Daffodils blooming at the end of the day in early spring at Kew Gardens, London.
The first magnolias of the year, blooming at Kew Gardens in west London!
Shingle beach on the isolated peninsula of Dungeness, England.
Foot of a cheeky greylag goose on the shores of the River Thames near Shepperton.
A dog looks out from his post standing guard of a family shop to look at the streets of York slowly waking up.
A quiet day in Windsor Great Park, with reflections of the trees on the water.
Sunset at reflecting on the pure white chalk hills of the south downs.
I think this old refreshments hut on the beach in Eastbourne is probably in use in the summer, but nobody expected a day this hot in October.
The reconstructed random Roman Ruins in Windsor Great Park.
At the end of Eastbourne Pier at sunset on this hot day that every knew would be the last hot day of the year, people were lined up with fishing rods, fishing in the Atlantic.
The scarily rusting complex steel supports of the Victorian Eastbourne Pier.
The lurid but pretty Victorian pier at Eastbourne on a hot day where you can’t really see the boundary between sea and sky.
A typically unhelpful and obvious British safety sign, at Beachyhead, on the south coast of England.
View from the chalk hills down to the Atlantic Ocean and a swimmer enjoying 30C heat in August.
The cliffs on the south coast have all been thrown up from the ground unevenly, so as you walk along, you can see the ground in front of you. This was taken looking in an even line straight ahead.
Quiet little boat house at Birling Gap in the Seven Sisters hills on the south coast of England.