The Enchanted Village revealed

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After six weeks of unrelenting rain and the usual mizzle here in this part of Dorset, the fog lifted today to reveal the most wonderful sight.

The Enchanted Village in all her glory.


Oh to be in Dorset - West Dorset - now that May is here.

And guess who's just had a one-to-one photography lesson, with the wonderful Kris Dutson? I'm now using the 'manual' setting on my camera with confidence.

Thank you so much, Mr Grigg. A special birthday present worth waiting for.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x

Comments

  1. Gail Is This Mutton?13 May 2012 at 18:36

    Maddie goes manual!

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  2. Pondside14 May 2012 at 06:26

    I'm impressed whenever anyone says or writes 'setting' when referring to a camera. I'm ashamed to say that I'm still dependent on 'auto'.

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