Nina Nixon


I'm Nina, a photographer, film maker and forever wanderer.  Passionate about nature, the great outdoors and all of life's adventures.  This is the place where I keep all my 'field notes'


Today is the longest day of the year and I don't know whether to feel happy or sad.

Some call it the beginning of Summer - I tend to call it high Summer, but I'm feeling like Summer hasn't even started.............yet.

Oh yes there are some signs and the odd sense of false hope and promise, but without that Summer feeling I feel I have nothing to celebrate this year.

Looking back over my three years of blogging - and pictures - this time of the year has been glorious, sunny and sometimes even very, very hot.

Holidays, pictures of smiling faces sat on the beach, eating ice creams, bare toes wiggling in the sand, sun dresses, shorts and flip flops or lazy days in the garden - mostly spent sat on the back doorstep sipping tea and reading a mag listening to the birds softly sing to me - because of course they are singing only to me.

But today and since the beginning of May (I have to confess) I've found myself sat here still in my jeans, wrapped up in a cardie, wearing coats when venturing out - mainly rain coats - taking a hot water bottle to bed and lots and lots of wellie wearing and umbrellas. Good old festival gear.

My sun dresses still hung eyeing me very suspiciously. You wish!

But I'm not at a festival and all I want to do - at least - is get my ankles out, but bbbbrrrrrrrr it's too cold and I'm considering putting some socks on!

So today I feel like a grumpy old woman.

I want to celebrate the solstice like we do every year with a shin dig around the campfire, sat up until the first star in the sky gives us a twinkle and a nod, but I just can't be bothered with the wind and the rain and the cold and the sniffles. A friend of mine has flu - flu in dandy.

I wanted to take some pictures today of happy, sunny things, but instead ended up scouring through some old ones to try and find a bit of cheeriness. And they are very thin on the ground to be honest.

Sorry for the grumps - I didn't mean for this post to turn out so negative when I started writing it, but sat here thinking as my fingers do the typing it's all kind of just poured out.

I feel like Raymond Briggs 'blooming' Father Christmas - darn and drat I wish these blooming seasons would make their blooming minds up!