Yesterday afternoon I went on a bluebell hunt. They are very shy creatures, keeping a low profile as they gather conspiratorially with their kind amidst an abundance of green leaves. Unlike cowbells, (see below) or goatbells, (no picture available, but I do have a lovely memory of hearing them pass through a village early one… Read More Bluebells
It was late afternoon when I gazed over the churchyard wall at the river catching the last of the light as it flowed under the old stone bridge. The past couple of hours had seen a succession of dark clouds scurrying across the sky, jostling for position in a perverted meteorological beauty competition to seize… Read More Kite Over Fotheringhay
It is February again andI feel the days begin to lengthen,under nature’s chilled handsthe light is rolled out like pastryand stretched across the evening sky. The trees attend to their own business,like you and I they think they are apart,but in our hearts we know it is not true.