Uphill Snowdrops
The Donkey Field in village of Uphill on the outskirts of Weston-super-Mare is the first place that snowdrops appear in Somerset – at least as far as I know. This was confirmed by the...
Category: Uphill
Sunset at Uphill
A group of seagulls flies back from WWT Steart Marshes passed the old windmill at Uphill in North Somerset. After the sun disappeared behind the Quantock Hills a pink glow builds over Brent Knoll....
Uphill Again
I folllowed by feet back up the hill at Uphill. As is often the case I there early. Early enough to capture the stars in the night sky above the old church. It has...
Uphill Beacon
Next to the village of Uphill in North Somerset there is a hill you can go up. Surprisingly, it seems the village is not named after the hill. Anyway, the hill is a beautiful...
Spring in the Donkey Field
I often visit the Donkey Field in village of Uphill. In late winter it is covered in snowdrops, then come the daffodils, and now bluebells, cowslips and buttercups. I think this year has been...
Uphill Snowdrops
Very different to the display of snowdrops at Blackford can be found at the Donkey Field in Uphill. This village sits at the edge at Weston-super-Mare in North Somerset. Here the snowdrops push up...
Orchids and Cowslips at UpHill
Six o’clock in the morning, time for for a quick walk to photograph the flowers growing around the Uphill nature reserves in North Somerset. The sun had only just appeared above the horizon behind...
New Year’s Snowdrops
First Snowdrops Each year the donkey field in Uphill seems to be the first in Somerset to have snowdrops. On New Year’s day the flowers were already out. Sadly, unlike the picture above, we...
Donkey Field
Donkey Field The village of Uphill is separated from its large neighbour, Weston-super-Mare, by a small green belt consisting of a Donkey Field and a tree plantation. The Donkey Field (aka Bluebell Field) is...
First Snowdrops
The winter afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Donkey Field in the village of Uphill. Groups of squirrels are scurrying around the trees. But it was not the scurry of squirrels that I...
