As I Xi It v2.3

A couple of days ago, I read this article about the invasion of hummous in Britain which led me to ponder about people’s habits. Then just now, I saw a tweet about travel traditions which ingited a sudden desire to blog.

When I was younger, my usual travel routine would be to pick up a copy of New Scientist from Smiths at Heathrow. It was my reading material of choice for those long haul flights. Somehow, unnoticed by me, over the next couple of years and many air miles later, I’ve completely forgotten about it until today. These days, I don’t have much of a departure lounge ritual apart from checking Facebook and sending out a tweet or two. If I’m to catch up on the recent developments in science, I’d just check my iPhone. Back then, print was king, now, you can just read it off the iPhone or if you’re feeling a bit flush, subscribe and read it off the iPad app.

Whether you notice it or not, things are changing, albeit slowly at times.

I was in Dartmoor last weekend with the intention of wild camping which turned out to be not so wild. We did however pitch our tent in a paddock complete with horse turds. Anyway, it was also a full moon and we had nice clear skies. It’d be the ideal location for star-trails. What these pics are missing though is the aurora. I miss the northern lights.

I miss the Seychelles.

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On the way to the Seychelles, we stopped of in Dubai for a bit. Last year, I’d only had the opportinity to hang around in the airport for some 8 hours before continuing my trip onto Singapore to see Jac.

Having seen what I’d seen, I can’t say that I rate it all that much. It’s just really hot, it’s not a place built for walking as there are no pavements and the roads are lined with all sorts of brands from across the globe including the ubiquitous Starbucks and MacD’s along with Nandos and Giordano.

This time with Bone up to the Forest of Dean. We actually stayed on a campsite in Mitchel Troy near Monmoth just over on the Welsh side. Unlike the last campsite, our pitch was on nice green grass and had a river running behind us and instead of being awoken by birdsong, we were greeted with the incessent crowing of crows as soon as morning broke.

The weather was pretty good, got rather hot during the day and quite chilly at night with temperatures of around 9/10^oC.

The days were spent walking around, eating Dairylea and cooking.

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West Sussex again, this time for some camping in Graffham.

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I’ve reworked some existing photos and developed a new project called “Small World“. It’s basically a collection of post-processed, tilt-shift, faux miniatures.

Malbun, Liechtenstein

There’s nothing quite like being at one with nature to really clear one’s mind and to reflect on things. Mmm…crisp, crisp, arctic air, nothing compares. Keeps ya on yer toes.

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Kurdlenurdle!

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