Richmond Park in London is a magnificent place, at any time of the year. All the autumn colours, the deer blending into the fading browns and yellows; and scenes like this, scenes with emotions, scenes that makes you stop and wonder for a while.
At the bottom of Wales where the border meets England, there is a large forest - UK large, not Germany large - named Forest of Dean. Nearly in the middle of it there is a small area, Puzzlewood, which preserves the ancient times.
It is a small, maze-like area, where it’s pretty easy to get lost. The also made it very child-friendly, so it’s a perfect time out with family. They also shot numerous movies and series here, including a Doctor Who episode with Weeping Angels.
J. R. R. Tolkien was a regular visitor here; some say that this was the birthplace and the inspiration for Fangorn of Middle Earth.
Tintagel1, the mythical birthplace of King Arthur has everything you’d ever need to shoot a complete movie: sea, waterfall, ruined castle, caves, which disappears with the high tide, green land. It’s magical, beautiful and lovely; if you have the chance, visit it after all the tourists are gone and you’re alone at the place.
If you go late in the afternoon there is a low tide and you can enter the cave below - the cave that, according to the myth, was Merlin’s place.
Nothing special to tell here, except for the story of their leaflets. When you enter a place they usually ask you what language you’d prefer and usually I make the joke that of course Hungarian - for my biggest surprise, they had Hungarian leaflets. Both unexpected and heartwarming for a British cathedral. Thank you, Exeter!
Norther Ireland is strange, especially when in comes to rainbows. We were on the road, right after a strong rain and soon after we saw this scene. The shadow is from the mountain that was right behind us, but is perfectly met the end of the rainbow.
part of the castle including the kitchens fell into the sea; seven cooks went with the kitchens but an itinerant cobbler was said to have survived in a corner of the vanished room. -- http://www.northantrim.com/dunlucehistory1.htm
There is also a small, friendly cottage at the entrance which is either witches’ place or a sidhe mould. The only thing we wished for after Dunluce Castle was a warm soup - food of the day: soup! The brought out brown bread with butter for Nora and white bread without butter for me - just as we like it, without ever asking. And their cakes are delicious as well.
Long before this place was “featured” on Game of Thrones, we spotted this place with the help of the images in Google Maps.
We already had an approximate plan what to see and visit in Northern Ireland when we were planning our trip when an image of the Dark Hedges popped up.
Finding the actual road is a bit tricky; it’s in a rural, fairly abandoned area and even the locals might not know where it is.
Unfortunately they set up a bright, ugly, rudely intrusive fence on one side and it’s very hard to find a spot where it’s not too harsh on the picture. Everyone was against the fence, yet it was still put in place; I hope it will go away soon.
Don’t forget to stay till sunset: you might spot the wandering grey lady ghost who is spotted here occasionally.
Kevin’s Kitchen, ruins dating back to the 12th century.
This is not HDR; the lights are actully like this in Ireland most of the time.
We were just about to leave the magnificent Wicklow Mountains behind; the bus was about to leave in 10 minutes. I was quite sad that the lights never showed the image I saw when we arrived - and which I did not photograph - until the very last moment. I ran back to the little bridge crossing the river there and took a few pictures without any time to think about the settings. Luckily it resulted in this photo.