Earlier this year, I booked a second autumn holiday at the Old Manor House Pig Barn in the pretty Saxon hamlet of West Dean, East Sussex. Former Eastbourne hotelier and amateur archaeologist Julian Martyr runs three holiday cottages here, called the Dovecote Garden. The cottage is probably the oldest building I've stayed in, easily trumping the Lower Farm Cottages in Blockley and Whitewells in Herefordshire by at least three hundred years!
Aside from photographing the already familiar Abbots Wood and Friston Forest, I had Brede High Woods and Camber Sands earmarked on the map; the unsettled weather that makes coastal photography so interesting, never materialised, so unfortunately I didn't make it to Camber Sands on this occasion. The first four days of my holiday was accompanied by thick fog; I've wanted to capture autumn woodland shrouded in fog for many years. Thanks to the proximity of Friston Forest, the misty glades were just a five minute walk away. The wet summer and autumn proved ideal for mushrooms; chefs and hippies will be delighted with their gatherings.
Brede High Woods, situated on the High Weald, six miles north of Hastings, is a particularly diverse and attractive location. The only drawback is getting there if you rely on public transport. The woodland is in the middle of nowhere and the nearest bus stop is a thirty minute walk away in Broad Oak. Which brings me onto the subject of catching a night-time bus all the way to Rye by mistake! Thank goodness for my SatNav app and the kind man at Rye station, who re-opened the ticket office, so I could legitimately complete this supplementary leg of my journey.
Calamitous detours aside, my new book is now complete and ready to upload for printing. Many of the photographs taken over the last week feature in the book, but as I would like to retain an element of surprise, only a couple are seen below. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed taking them.