Mike Wright Photography

20th November 2018




Another month and another bit of me falls apart. As I was going to bed last night, I had a couple of flashes in my left eye and then this morning started seeing lots of black dots, or 'floaters', as they are known – it almost looked like a thin film moving around my eye. When I checked the NHS website, it said that if you had a sudden increase in floaters then it needed to be checked out, so I made an appointment at the opticians.


He examined the back of my eye and eventually said that the reason I was seeing black dots was because the jelly that fills the eyeball was pulling away from the retina (apparently something that happens as you get older) and there had been a small bleed around the optic nerve. He wasn't too worried about that bit, but then said that the bottom of the eye was looking a bit 'moth eaten' and the retina was showing signs of detachment which if caught early could be solved with a two minute laser treatment as opposed to two hours of surgery if it became completely detached.


So, the result of all this is a trip to the eye infirmary tomorrow, so that they can check it out and decide if it needs treating.


Photographically, not so many trips out this month, but some spectacular sunsets and sunrises made up for the lack of quantity.


Starting with one shot from a trip to Charlestown and then a few shots from the garden – mostly against the light to make them a bit different.


There had been some really spectacular sunsets over the previous few days and I hadn't been out to take advantage. So, thinking that if the sunsets were spectacular, the sunrises probably were as well, I got up early and arrived at a spot overlooking Burrator Reservoir just as it was beginning to get light. The clouds were every but as good as I had hoped and the early start was well worth it.


Next, Lesley and I had an afternoon at Wembury Beach. Despite it being towards the end of October, the sun was beating down and as it was half term, it was really busy. Not wanting to take pictures of people on the beach, the pictures are mostly taken on a walk along the coast path.


Then the sunset looked promising and I made the effort to go down to Weir Quay on the Tamar and again, it was worth every minute. Some beautiful light as the sun went behind the hills and some lovely colours in the sky.


My next trip out was an Autumn regular – to Norsworthy Bridge at the end of Burrator Reservoir and then up the River Meavy to catch the Autumn colours along the waterside. There had been very little rain over the previous weeks so there wasn't a huge amount of water coming down, but the autumn colours were pretty good.


Between this trip and my next trip – also to Norsworthy Bridge – I had to go to Coventry so that Lesley could give evidence in an inquiry. What a waste of time that was. Travelling four hundred miles, booking a hotel room and then sitting in a basic, less-than-warm meeting room from 9.30 to 12.15 only to be told that it would have to be postponed and she wouldn't be required to attend again. What a waste of time and money!


The journey back was ok as far as Gloucester and then the storm that was coming up from the South West met us. It was a couple of hours of lashing rain, on a busy motorway. It was a hairy journey, particularly when going past lorries and it was a real relief to get home safely.


So, on to Norsworthy Bridge again – lots of water in the river this time! Unfortunately, the storm and heavy rain had washed all the leaves from the river and most of them from the trees – just a few hanging on.


On the way back I stopped at the top of Denham Bridge Hill and took a few shots looking back down the lane and some shots across the fields from the gate near the car park. A bit more sheltered than up on the Moor, there were some lovely colours still on the trees.


Finally this month, there are a few shots from the village Remembrance Service. Well attended as always and very respectful. I've taken pictures of it every year from 2007 and the number of men with ribbons on their chests reading the roll of honour has sadly got less every year until this year we are down to two.