Bamburgh Castle in Northumberland is reputed to be the seat of the Kings of Northumbria. Situated at the south edge of the village on Red Barns beach it remains in excellent repair and is a huge visitor attraction.
The Sage Gateshead is named after a local company who donated large sums of money to it’s total cost of £70 million. It has been dogged by building problems which dragged on for years and in 2011 had a deficit of over £300,000.
The campanile dominates the skyline rising up from St Mark’s square in Venice. Amazing views can be had from the top over Mestre on the mainland and out to Punta Sabbioni in the east. St Mark’s square forms a central point of the Venice islands for locals and tourists alike.
I came across this tree living happily on the side of the lake. The way the light was it created a great reflection and there was a lovely reflection from the land in the background too. It looked slightly surreal to me so I thought it would make a nice picture.lake, tree, reflection
There’s never two identical sunsets, no matter how many times you watch the sun go down. On this occasion there was a huge rain cloud and some haze which all diffracted the light from the sun in various ways, creating these beautiful rays of varied colours.
Walking along the cliff top I was watching the sunset and as I walked I saw that it was going to shine between two outcrops of rock and create a highlight on the water. I waited at the right spot to get the shot and this is it.
A lone woman walks along the pebble beach at Newgale in south Wales. The beach is very difficult to navigate due to the stones which stretch for about 100 metres to the sea and cover an area about 400 metres long.
As the sun goes down over the Irish sea off the coast of Angelesey in North Wales, the lighthouse at South Stack comes on, warning shipping if nearby hazards. The quality of this light attracted me into taking the shot.
Every day at dusk the lighthouse begins it’s show, warning sailors of the dangers they face should they come too close. Beautiful in sunset, there lurks beneath the beauty a savage land and unforgiving sea only too keen to reap careless souls.
This traditional street in Whitby, north Yorkshire, leads visitors to the old kipper smoke house which has been in constant operation for generations. The smell as you walk this street is mouth watering.
Whitby pier is not so much a blend of old and new, but more a celebration of old, having changed hardly at all since Nosferatu landed at the harbour. I’ve processed this image to reflect that ‘time gone by’ feel.
These wood stakes or posts were probably part of an old long gone jetty. They remain upright in the water and on a still day they are reflected as if in a mirror, so that you can barely tell which way is up. Taken at Derwent water, Keswick, in the English Lake District.