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I'd walked along below the Edge to an area where Ian Bollen and I had found Ring Ouzels feeding on 14 April, but nothing was stirring in the cold and shade of this section of the Edge, before the sun got higher. So I went back to the sunny SE end of the Edge and then slowly repeated the process.
I spotted Wheatears characteristically standing up on heather as before, so I homed in on one. As I closed in it saw me and flew out, but I'd seen this male RO feeding nearby. I dropped to the ground and crawled between clumps of vegetation cover, pausing each time the bird was in sight, imagined it'd spot me and go before I could make my final objective location 20 feet ahead. But I was lucky, it stayed put, pottering about, searching and feeding, making its way slowly towards my hiding place.
I think it was curious about the sound of my occasional shutter actuations, but not deterred. Eventually it was only 7-8 feet away, stood up on a heather clump cocking its head, listening. After a pause, it continued on its way, stopping occasionally to listen.
This was taken as it moved around and past me, still very close, more than filling the frame.
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High Neb - Stanage Edge, Peak District, UK
Ā© 2022 Paul Newcombe. Don't use without permission
The heather is past its best on Stanage Edge.
Still some lovely colour and smell.
After a run of grey weekends it was great to have some brightness today. This is the scene looking out from a rather wintry Stanage Edge, Derbyshire.
Taken on a morning out in April at Stanage Edge three years ago.
I'd seen a male Ring Ouzel foraging and working its way in my direction through the vegetation, so I lay down behind a heather tussock and waited for it to come close. Periodically, it went out of sight on the uneven ground, then re-emerged, as here, before finally pottering up to within feet way and passing around practically over my feet, as my legs were sprawled downslope. He was blissfully unaware / unconcerned about my presence throughout. A terrific experience with one of these very shy birds.
A shot from an unsettled morning in the summer which fairly fleetingly gave some great colour in the sky. I ran from the car to try to grab a shot at these much-photographed abandoned millstones before the colour faded, arriving just in time.
Marple & District Walkers on Stanage Edge, Derbyshire appreciating the plentiful heather in full bloom.
Still looking for an adult of this species but this caterpillar feeding on Ling was nearly as spectacular. Ringinglow Bog, near Sheffield
I am leading a walk with the Doncaster Ramblers this coming weekend so today I set out to reccee the walk...it rained from the moment I left the car...Cold and soaked to the skin...A few beers should sort me out.
Me on discovering I'd ended up at Stanage again š Please tell me it's not just me that sees it! Pareidolia, the destroyer of photos š
Had another of those experiences again. Just as the sun had come over the horizon, a walker decided he was going to talk at me. Completely ignored my polite cues that I was busy. I ended up moving away after about 10 mins because he wasn't for moving! Just bugger off will you! š” How do you deal with people that do that?
While rummaging through the hard drive archive I came across this shot from about 30 years ago, on film (of course).
Canon F1N, Canon 50 mm f1.8 FD lens, Ilford HP5 home developed - in what I can't remember.
High Neb, Stanage Edge, Peak District, UK
Ā© 2021 Paul Newcombe. Don't use without permission
I nearly didn't get this shot. I'd spent a while photographing the popular composition at High Neb. Then the rain and clag descended. The forecast changed. It looked like that was that. I'd not had much to eat and almost headed home.
But I packed the camera away and decided to have a quick walk around to the northern edge first.
But a small gap opened up in the clouds. I just managed to unpack my camera and get it on the tripod as the light broke.
It's a hasty composition. My main issue is I chopped Win Hill on on the left horizon. A slight crop might be OK to include only Lose Hill.
But there's a lot I like. The cloud over Crook Hill and Derwent Edge, the tumbled rocks filling the middle ground and the lead-in past the two rocks to Crow Chin in the spotlight. Oh, and of course, the dark sky.
You can just see a photographer rushing up the path. That's usually me and missing the light by minutes.