I was expecting this year to be a momentous one, but never anticipated it would be for the reasons it turned out to be! As we approach midsummer, I’m glad for the opportunity to pause and take a breather, to reach the end of the headlong race that is spring, this year more than most.… Continue reading Approaching Midsummer – one notebook page away from my favourite time of year.
A Drop Spindle: Come Cutters (On climbing a hill fort and encountering swifts, on a windy day in early June) We climbed a hill today in sweet June-lightThat wind thrill, silvered grasses, chalk-bright.Below afield, far and broadTown and city spreads, cathedral hoard,Woollen woods and plastic seas,Skylark peals on quickened breeze.The lark ascending, old soul-kindle,Shelley’s muse,… Continue reading Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.
Work place, resource, wild space, home. Recreation, inspiration, mental health and physical therapy. Water storage and food production, fuel and fibre. Heritage, identity, research lab, sustainability. What does the countryside mean to you? I can’t imagine living in the city. In fact, I can imagine it, and I know I’d hate it. I’m a native… Continue reading Time to bring back the Countryside Code?
June is the month of Midsummer, of long evenings and sun, flowers and picnics. It’s also my birthday this month, so of course there will be cake! All of spring builds towards June, the mid point of our calendars, the longest day and shortest night, the pinnacle of growth and canopy. The oak leaves are… Continue reading June
We have reached late May, and just over a week after a late season frost, the sun beats down with force. There’s no rain forecast for at least two weeks. A fine film of dust is settling in the leaves of the oaks, the first layering which will dull the spring growth to its darker… Continue reading Hunger-eyed above the rough.
I love ponds; I can stare into them for hours. I have very fond memories of pond dipping events with visiting school groups or families when I worked at an RSPB reserve, and before that of being one of the school kids myself; eager and curious. A pond of my own has been a dream… Continue reading Pond-tastic!
Hi Folks! It’s spring! And a glorious one at that. As the country, and indeed the world, locks down, thank goodness we are still permitted to tend our allotments! I have been spending more time at the plot than ever in the last couple of months, along with my fiancé, having finally re-found our motivation… Continue reading Dig for Virus-Victory
Sunday. Nearly lunch time. April 19th 2020 – spring. I’m writing this at my desk, somewhere which, despite being off work for the past week and not going out and about due to the corona virus restrictions, I have barely sat at for any length of time for weeks. I had to clear a pile… Continue reading Retrospective Spring Words
I’m starting the day as I write this sentence, sitting in bed with a cup of tea listening to the birds singing just beyond the back door. I’d wallow in the luxury, take time to count my blessings… but the birds have me worried and I’m busy counting them. Great tit, blue tit, coal tit,… Continue reading Back Garden Birding – Your Newest Competitive Sport
Sometimes it is hard simply to know what to say. In those times I swing between wanting to just say anything to fill the gap, and thinking its better to say nothing at all. 2020, (new year, new decade!) so full of hope and potential only a few short weeks ago, is, I think it’s… Continue reading At a Loss for Words