Handsome looking bird, Howie.

As regular readers of this forum know, we went cave-exploring about a month ago. These stalactites are actually suspended above the water.

The first time I gave Victor Lucy's old blanket he wasn't interested. I tried again last week and he was there in moments.

It's surprising the things you come across whilst out walking in some of the more remote areas of Dartmoor. This ornament I found tied to a tree near the village of Princetown and its infamous prison, one of the most visited areas on the moor.

Personally, I wish people wouldn't do this, but each to his own.

A rare decent photo in bad light, the A25 in Brockham near Dorking

A yawning white-fronted tern showing it's tongue at Caroline Bay in Timaru.

Betchworth station at dusk

Entrance to one of the caves:

Yes! I remember seeing in the remotest area of Dartmoor, on the one tree at a crossroads someone had stuck a notice for "Neighbourhood Watch"!
I wish I had taken a photo.

I particularly liked the colours of the sky and shops in Surbiton at dusk.

The Jackdaw; you can almost see the thought processes going on in this fellow's head. I remember, as a youngster, my Dad having a tamed Jackdaw that went everywhere with him... Even out for trips on his motorcycle and sidecar!

Gorgeous photo!

Brockham church in Surrey

A welcome swallow resting on a sign at the Washdyke Lagoon area.

There is a moral to this tale...

This is the scene above Oddicombe Beach taken from about a mile away on Babbacombe Downs in Torquay, Devon. The small amount of debris that can be seen on the lower slopes of this cliff is all that remains of a once fine Edwardian five or six bedroomed house. The soft red sandstone cliffs around here are battered by easterly winds and high seas which constantly undermine them. The house that used to occupy this prime location is no more; it was purchased at enormous expense around twelve or so years ago by a merchant banker based in London who, apparently, purchased it without visiting the site and through an intermediary. Over a period of six or seven years the gardens at the rear of the property gradually fell into the sea and, around two years ago the house followed it, tumbling down the cliffs into the sea.

The story made the local and national news and shortly after the collapse of the house, the purchaser took her case to court for compensation for her loss... I am unaware as to what the outcome of the court case was but I believe that she lost. Sadly, the cliffs are still retreating and there are a number of other prestigious properties under threat of sharing the same fate; the houses in the vicinity are likely to be now worthless, a tragedy for their owners as this is one of Torquay's most exclusive areas, many of the residents being millionaires.

And the moral? Always, always read the legal pack and the surveys before purchasing! Caveat emptor...

Like Lucy Victor also likes to look after me at the computer.

The English Riviera... The Pleasure Pier at Paignton on a cold November morning. With today's temperatures and that easterly wind, I'm not surprised it's deserted!

I hope the board moderators won't mind me popping an additional image in here?

As today is the 116th anniversary of the death of writer and wit Oscar Wilde, I hope that some of you may like to see this picture of the small room that Wilde used as his study whilst working on his play 'A Woman of No Importance'during the winter of 1892/1893. Babbacombe Cliff House was owned by the Baron Mount Temple whose wife Georgina was an active patron of the arts and a personal friend of Wilde's.

A friendly horse in Surrey