I have taken to walking often on the heathland. I leave work for an hour at lunchtime, follow the path through the wood and cross the busy main road. As soon as the gate clunks shut softly behind me, I am in a different world. For a short time I can put all thoughts of… Continue reading Patch Watch: February 15th, Bumblebee and Bullfinches
After a relatively dry 2017, the first month of the new year seems to be excited to have discovered rain, and has been enthusiastically demonstrating this day after day. Few bright days have punctuated the curtains of rain, but when they have, they have been glistening gems. We may complain about the wet weather, but… Continue reading Patch Watch: What a Lot of Wellie-Weather!
A bright sunny morning, and a quiet day to myself. Time to pour a refreshing drink of sparkling water infused with healthy fruit and herbs, shake off that post christmas fuzziness and settle down with pen and paper to plan the coming year. I am getting ahead of the game and drafting out some January… Continue reading Happy New Year
I have fallen behind somewhat with this seasonal diary, drifting off in a similar fashion to the way autumn is sinking into the soil under the weight of winters approach. After the first flush of inspiration that came on the winds that turned the leaves to crisp flowerings of golden hues, I have been feeling… Continue reading SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: Windblown and Washed Out
I find it interesting to note that to the untrained eye the word solace although derived from Latin, sōlātium – comfort (or sōlārī to console), appears to contain the same root as the term for sun or solar (from Latin sōlāris, from sōl the sun). Perhaps it is just the perspective of my current experience of longing for brighter days that makes me connect the letters ‘sola’… Continue reading Flock of Solace
As we near the end of October I am checking this Hawthorn scrub almost daily. So far only the local blackbirds have gathered to guard the fruit hoard. Some branches are already stripped, others hang heavy, the harvest line gradually retreating up the bushes. No sign yet of the redwings. For weeks a buffer of… Continue reading Waiting for Redwings
Monday afternoon had everybody talking. It was that same old topic that British folk are famously obsessed with – the weather. When it comes to weather, the ability of our island’s maritime climate to bring four seasons in one day means we tend to think nothing can surprise us. I’m not sure where I first… Continue reading SFN Journal – Autumn Almanac: The Day The Sky Turned Autumn