Perspective is everything. I found another universe on a tree stump. The devil's matchstick lichen flaming around the Lichen Agaric. Both could be contained in an acorn cup.

#fungifriends #mycelium

The aliens return to Dartmoor. With a whiff of rotting flesh and a painfully raw colour, the Devil's Fingers emerge from their eggs.

Nothing like a nice nap in a stone circle. The moors were baking today. But still damp at Froggymead stone circle.

Beltane burning at Butser Ancient Farm. The green man was bursting through the chalk downlands as we watched the fire consume the Wickerman.

Dis is the community’s wealth.

A beautiful fond farewell to Inside No9. The show's been a consistent masterpiece and Stage Fright was a lovingly horrific send off.

Pulling back my curtains to this sky. A day for adventure for sure.

A colourless morning scamper over the icy moors. Didn't see a single soul. Moments after I took this the sun rose bathing Dartmoor with golden hues. There's something so still and calming in the moments before.

A sublime moorland evening in the village, the fog has fallen heavily and everything looks underwater.