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Lola's new star role in a film production of Arthur Conan Doyle's famous tale - the legend of the fearsome, diabolical hound of supernatural origin known as the Hound of the Baskervilles!!
Poor sweet Lola portrayed in this way! this photo started life as a usual shot of her having fun on Thorswood Nature Reserve but when I played about with various black and white conversions this infra red treated inspired me, opened p new possibilities and looked so effective that I had to pursue the idea of a ghostly hound charging across the moors at midnight in pursuit of evil!
I simply love those Dartmoor landscapes - this is part of amazing Hound Tor, which might have inspired Arthur Conan Doyle to write The Hound of the Baskervilles. For me, I feel like right in Middle Earth (probably also heavily inspired by me reading Lord of the Rings again at the moment :-)
Nice group of characterful trees in a mystical ambiance. Was working quite a bit to set them both in fine relation. Instantaneously, the overall feeling reminded me of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's "The Hound of the Baskervilles".
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The Hound of the Baskervilles is the third of the crime novels written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle featuring the detective Sherlock Holmes. Originally serialised in The Strand Magazine from August 1901 to April 1902, it is set largely on Dartmoor in Devon in England's West Country and tells the story of an attempted murder inspired by the legend of a fearsome, diabolical hound of supernatural origin. Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr. Watson investigate the case. This was the first appearance of Holmes since his apparent death in "The Final Problem", and the success of The Hound of the Baskervilles led to the character's eventual revival.
Near Hound Tor, Dartmoor, Devon. This is Hound of the Baskervilles country. Not much chance of wide open vistas on this foggy day on Dartmoor. It wasn't short of atmosphere though.
Baskerville House, Salford. (University Academy 92.) Architects: Leach, Rhodes, Walker. Built 1966/7.
Photo taken in July 2025.
This is a landscape version of Simple Abstract 287. (flic.kr/p/2rjyhz3)
A rat rod is a custom car with a deliberately worn-down, unfinished appearance, typically lacking paint, showing rust, and made from cheap or cast-off parts.
Hot Rod magazine editor Gary Baskerville is often given credit for coining the term rat rod to describe a hot rod built by the artist Robert Williams in the early 1990s. Williams later said of the car that it was “made to look like a heap,” with its barebones build quality and rusty shell. When Baskerville saw the car, it reminded him of a rat bike, so he called it a rat rod. Williams’s car established a trend of rebuking mainstream hot-rodding culture, which emphasized clean, chrome exteriors and sometimes left hot-rodders unwilling to drive their expensive cars. While other early examples were based on 1940s hot rods, many rat rods have since been built in imitation of the hot rods of the 1950s–60s. Some have even taken to calling hot rods in progress or running cars with ratty exteriors from much later eras rat rods, sometimes to the chagrin of their owners or to rat rod enthusiasts.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
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This shot of Ludworth Tower reminds me of the the film , Sherlock Holmes The hound of the Baskervilles.
I said to Horace “what about we have a go at ‘The Rumps’ tonight” blimey he was hiding behind his sofa in an instant, he thought we were going to eat him.🍳🐷
Once he realised I meant the location and not a part of his anatomy we were in the car and on our way.🚙
Horace is such a sociable little chap, on the walk out to this location, Horace likes to stop and have a chat with the cows who wonder around out here, it is a miracle none of these cows fall off the cliffs into the sea after their drinking sessions in the nearby Oystercatcher Pub, these cows are the only ones I know of who produce a head on their milk,🐄🍺🐮🍺🐄🍺🐮🍺🐄🍺🐮🍺🐄🍺🐮🍺.
As I was getting the camera out of the bag, Horace started barking like a dog, I said “what's on old pal”, he pointed his trotter across the bay where a bank of fog came rolling in, we could not even see any of these rocks. Horace thought it must have been a scene from ‘The Hound Of The Baskervilles’, hence his barking.🐷💨💨💨
We just sat on the cliff top waited, then there was one break in the fog, and this materialised.📷🐷😎⏰
I will leave you with this thought, Horace recently lent a person six thousand pounds for a face job, now he cannot get his money back and he doesn’t know who he is looking for😱🙈🐷
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When the leaves change colour in the autumn my thoughts turn to a photographic trip over onto Dartmoor, which is only about an hours drive from home.
Hoof and Horace love going over onto the moor and no sooner than you could say Bob’s your Uncle, Hoof had borrowed brothers Land Rover, as he knew it would be really muddy with all the recent rainfall and therefore a 4x4 was a must have.
I must point out that Hoof borrowed the short wheel base Land Rover as you will all remember the time a group of us travelled from the village into the desert to put out an oil well fire, as Red Adair was busy decorating his bedroom.
So on that occasion we used Brothers Long WB Land Rover as we had all the local boys and their kit to transport.
Of course H & H also love the little pubs on Dartmoor which are so quaint and full of old world charm, and most of them sell real ale from wooden barrels.
One particular hostelry where we had to stop for lunch even has a separate bar for cows, sheep, and the famous moorland ponies that come in off the moor for their elevenses.
There is one dear old character called Burt who H & H love to catch up with.
Burt has frequented this particular pub since the days of the Hound of the Baskervilles, and the stories he tells is nobody’s business.
While Burt, Hoof, and Horace were chatting away over a pint of something that has the potential to rot your boots, a frightfully posh gentleman came into the bar and said with an equally posh accent, “landlord a glass of your finest rosé please”, landlord says sorry mate we don’t serve that sort of stuff in here, you are not from around these parts are you ? “No landlord I am from London”.
The landlord discreetly looks across at Burt and says “he ain’t from round here Burt,”
Burt says ask him what he does.
So the landlord asks the gentleman and what might you do for a job sir, to which he responds “I am a taxidermist” what’s that asks the landlord, “I mount animals”
Landlord looks across and says “tis alright Burt, he’s one of us.”
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Bredwardine
According to the information board next to this site there was a palisaded enclosure here by the Norman Conquest in 1066. This site was built next to an existing settlement to the north, controlling an important crossing of the River Wye. According to the Doomsday Book of 1086, this land was held by Alfred of Marlborough, 100 years later it seems the land was passed to the Baskerville family, who held Bredwardine until the late 14th century when it passed to the Vaughan family.
The Vaughan’s seemed to have gained a neglected site, as in 1374 the castle was described as being abandoned and in a ruinous state, it appears it was now being used as a farmstead.
The Vaughan’s built a new castle on a site closer to church, this is probably why Bredwardine has two castle sites.
A short walk from here down a slight incline is the fish pond which features in the previous upload. It appears that in the 12th century the Baskervilles had another fish pond, a garden, vineyard and orchard.
As you can see there is nothing left to indicate the existence of a castle, but the sheep seem to be making the most if the shade under the tree.
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"Let the hounds of Hell take me if I can't track her down!" - Sir Hugo Baskerville (The Hound of the Baskervilles)
Asha has reprised her role as Sherlock Bones to solve the case of the Bloodhounds of the Baskervilles for World Book Day UK 04/03/21. Don't worry folks Asha is on the case so the UK will be safe again free of the Baskerville Bloodhounds.
A beautiful pastel sunrise
on this barren mist-weathered part of the moor. Unfortunately, no sightings of the phantom beast that roams rugged Dartmoor.
The granite outcrop is associated with the chilling detective story ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’.
Following the havoc caused here in Cornwall from storm Callum where our beaches had been covered in debris, I thought let’s take a trip over to Dartmoor for the day and go down by the rivers and into the woods out of harms way from the storm and photograph say two or three bridges and the autumnal colours.
What could possibly go wrong.
So saddled up Hoof, got out Horace’s special little seat that fits on the back of my trusty steed, so if you can picture a rear gunner in a Lancaster bomber, that is the type of position that Horace adopts on these journeys.
Horace was so excited as this was his first visit onto the Moor since we have taken ownership of him, obviously Hoof had been out here many a time in his role of directing films like the ‘Hound Of The Baskervilles’.
So first stop was “New Bridge” and look what we were confronted with, it was very sad to see all these trees that had been uprooted this shows how powerful this storm had been to inflict damage in sheltered areas.
This is going to be the first in a series of shots from our expedition that day, what follows as we made our way to other locations is going to be truly unbelievable, stay tuned.
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Baskerville House, Salford. (University Academy 92.) Architects: Leach, Rhodes, Walker. Built 1966/7.
Photo taken in July 2025.
Gleich kommt der Hund von Baskerville. Könnte man zumindest meinen. Das Foto ist natürlich nicht im England des 19. Jahrhunderts entstanden, sondern in der Gegenwart, im beschaulichen Weißenburg. Dort war am vergangen Abend ein kleiner aber feiner Fotowalk angesetzt.
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We have been on a short break to Devon and Cornwall.
If you wanted a place on Dartmoor that is surrounded by history and mystery then look no further than Hound tor. The whole area in and around the tor is famed for its ghosts and nearby are the ancient dwellings and graves of their time.
So, starting with the tor itself we have a splendid rock pile that is said by some to have been the inspiration for Conan Doyle’s book ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’. It surely sits in an impressive landscape
Towering above Buckfast Abbey is the shell of the mediaeval church of Holy Trinity, Buckfastleigh, burned to the ground twice in history. By its entrance is the Cabell tomb with its casket held fast by a huge slab to prevent his spirit from escaping to roam the moors. The legend inspired Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to write the Hound of the Baskervilles.
The churchyard contains many of my Devon ancestors.
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Macro Monday: #Superstiton
Gosh, a black cat ;-) The Cat of the Baskervilles :-) (Thank you for the suggestion, dear Lady Silke's femmetastic world!)
Well, a not completely black cat in front of and reflected by a piece of a pocket mirror broken in half many, many years ago. I think I've kept that piece since my childhood, it is most likely that it belonged to my Mom, she wanted to throw it away, and I wanted to keep it for some later use (like so many other bits and pieces). I also definitely know that the incident wasn't followed by seven years of bad luck - so much for that superstition. I don't believe in the black cat = bad luck superstition, either (does anyone do so?), my neighbours have two black cats, and I catsit them every now and then, they are very nice cats and never give me the Evil Eye (you wouldn't do that to a can opener and TLC giver, would you?) ;-)
I didn't have that one dazzling idea for the theme, so it was more a trial and error type of shooting of different superstition-related items. But when I remembered the piece of broken pocket mirror, it gave me a certain direction, and I thought it could be nice to combine two superstitions. At first I used the piece of the pocket mirror together with a Nazar glass charm, and also with a beautiful silver with turquoise Hamsa / Hand of Fatima pendant (personalised with my name on the backside, and handmade by The Cardo Charm silversmiths in Jerusalem) which my Mother brought along for me as a souvenir from Israel which she visited in 1999. The idea was that maybe bad luck (caused by breaking the mirror) could be warded off by a good luck charm. In the end, however, it was the classic, the black cat that brings bad luck by breaking the mirror (bad luck dublicated?) simply because the picture turned out best.
The cat, a Schleich figurine, does not only have white "socks", but a white "bib" (or rather spot on its chest which in German often is referred to as bib) as well, but the way I focused on the reflection instead of the cat itself made that big white, blurry spot look very disturbing in the foreground, so I painted it black with the clone stamp in PS. Otherwise processed in Luminar 3 and Analog Efex. In Analog Efex I added the strong vignette and Film Effect Warm (black to white gradient 1), in Luminar I changed the cat's amber eyes to red with the HSL sliders and increased their saturation for that extra evil glow, and added a matte look. Size of the frame: 4 cm / 1,57 inches
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Gespiegeltes Unglück...
...oder: Die Katze von Baskerville :-) (vielen Dank für die Anregung, liebe Lady Silke's femmetastic world!)
Ich glaube ja weder an die sieben Jahre Pech, die folgen sollen, wenn man einen Spiegel zerbricht, noch an die ebenfalls Unglück bringende (bringen sollende) schwarze Katze - und tut das überhaupt jemand? Ich hatte hier nicht die eine zündende Idee und so habe ich erst mal geschaut, was durch die Makro-Linse betrachtet interessant aussehen könnte und in irgendeiner Form mit dem Thema Aberglaube verbunden ist. Zum Glück fiel mir irgendwann der vor vielen Jahren mal entzweigebrochene Taschenspiegel ein. Ich kann mich an die Umstände gar nicht mehr erinnern, habe das Stück wohl auch schon seit meiner Kindheit, weiß aber sicher, dass dem "Unfall" keine sieben Jahre Unglück folgten. Zuerst hatte ich die Idee, das Spiegelfragment, das ja für Unglück stehen soll, mit einem Talisman, der Glück bringen soll, zu kombinieren, mit dem Gedanken, dass der Talisman das Unglück neutralisieren / abwehren könnte. Zum Einsatz in Kombi mit der Spiegelscherbe kamen wahlweise ein Nazar-Auge aus Glas und ein personalisierter (mit meinem Namen auf der Rückseite) silberner "Hand der Fatima" / Hamsa-Anhänger. Dass es am Ende doch der Klassiker, nämlich die schwarze Katze, wurde, liegt schlicht daran, dass das Foto am besten geworden ist. Apropos schwarze Katze: Die Nachbarn haben zwei davon, ich betätige mich gelegentlich als Katzen-Sitter, und die zwei sind echt nett (das ist man wohl auch zum Dosenöffner und Streicheleinheiten-Verteiler, oder?) Aberglaube? Auch hier Fehlanzeige ;-)
Die Katze ist ein Schleich-Tier. Wie Ihr an den Pfoten seht, ist sie nicht ganz schwarz. Die Pfoten habe ich so gelassen, die Figur hat darüber hinaus aber auch ein weißes Lätzchen, was wirklich hübsch aussieht, aber hier besonders im unscharfen Bereich sehr störend wirkte, weshalb ich den weißen Fleck auf ihrer Brust in PS mit dem Klonstempel geschwärzt habe. Ansonsten entwickelt in Luminar 3 (dort habe ich die Augenfarbe per HSL-Regler von Bernstein in ein böse leuchtendes Rot verwandelt und dem Foto einen matten Look verpasst) und in Analog Efex, für die starke Vignette (das kann Analog Efex immer besonders gut, finde ich) und den Filmeffekt ("Warm", der Schwarz-zu-Weiß-Verlauf, Variante 1).
Ich wünsche Euch eine schöne Woche, liebe Flickr-Freunde. Und Dankeschön an all die guten Pandas, die den Riesen-Flickr-Umzug nach etwas holprigem Start dann doch noch so hervorragend über die Bühne gebracht haben :-)
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Reflections from Birmingham Symphony Hall showing Baskerville House and the Birmingham Library and the Crowne Plaza .
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FGR/TRP - They Were The Footprints Of A Gigantic Hound! - (a.k.a. Sherlock Holmes story titles)
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Following on from my recent upload “Mind The Gap” just as we were about to saddle up and move on to the next location on Dartmoor, Horace came scurrying out of the woods and informed me that he had found some interesting rocks further up the River Dart.
Up the three of us go and this scene greeted us. It was tricky setting up with one leg of my three legged friend in the fast flowing river, so I tethered myself to Hoof, and a few shots were bagged.
Off to the next location, Hoof suggested we stop at The Tavistock Inn just up the hill from here. He thought it would be rude just to ride on by without saying hello, as this is where Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes, who stayed at the Inn while he wrote 'Hound Of The Baskervilles', and of course as you know Hoof was heavily involved in the film version.
However, a couple of hundred yards from the pub there was a lot of traffic backed up. Bear in mind a lot of the roads in this area are very narrow so we waited and waited.
I decided to dismount as did Horace and we went to see what was causing the tailback, this bit you cannot make up (if ever) there were six of the biggest meanest looking moorland bullocks just sat across the road chewing their cud, I just had to laugh, though other people did not see it so funny, the age we live in !
People who are familiar with Hoofs background will know that he is ex Blues and Royals and was mainly involved in intelligence gathering but he has had some training in negotiation skills plus he speaks fluent cow, so he came forward and started to talk to this group of hooligans, well even with his softly softly catch ye cow skills this organised gang of highly trained bullocks were going nowhere, a real stand off situation had developed.
Now there was traffic backing up towards Dartmeet in one direction and Ashburton the other.
With that Horace came rushing out of the Tavistock Inn, I thought hell Horace don’t you even think about having a tear up with this lot, but the next sequence of events were incredible. Horace found himself a comfortable piece of granite to sit on and started reading these challenging beasties a story (Hoof had taught Horace to read and be multi lingual)
Well Horace had not been there more than a few minutes and these bullocks took off like a Top Gun Pilot on a mission.
Horace was greeted with a huge round of applause from all the angry motorists.
So in the pub I said to Horace what did you read to them my boy, oh he said I found a copy of Mary Berry’s cookbook in the pub and I read them some story of how to make a beef casserole, plus I showed them a jar of mustard, they knew I meant business.
I will leave you with this thought, why do cows wear bells,
Because their horns don’t work.
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