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Left: a recognisable scene from many chocolate boxes and biscuit tins,
birthday cards and all that rubbish. So what if all the other photographers get to go on a
day when the sky is blue??? |
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Castle Combe was a place I'd long wanted to visit to take the same photo as all those
better ones I've seen for many years... This is it. I feel better now...
Apart from an ice cream bin and one or two touristy things in the
window, the village shop had resisted the temptation to commercialise the village's appeal to
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Ah - now this is back to the famous scene and is really where the
first photo should have appeared! I put it at the top so you would know where we were!
Fran is standing on the bridge, looking up from watching a rather fine trout that was
hugging the river bed but rising every now and then to catch any bugs that were floating down
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| Now for your delectation and reluctant approval, here is a pencil sketch I made of the scene - and in fact the only sketch I did during the holiday...
I don't do a great deal of sketching but I do a couple or three every year, some out on location like this and others from photos. I'll never make a living as an artist, but I can normally end up with something recognisable - unless it's a person anyway. Definitely no good with faces! |
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Further up the hill from the market cross was a hotel, with rooms being in the delightful row of cottages seen right. |
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| All in all, Castle Combe is one of those villages that makes you
feel as though you are in the very centre of England and that the village and everything in
it exudes a sort of charming and slightly quaint Englishness.
A last look at a village that has remained an olde English village.
Take another quick look through the picture on this page and count the lamp posts... |
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