The Wye

Apres le parapluie…

Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly ,…

2 days ago

Early longest-day morning…

Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a hundred yards away, barely visible…

5 months ago

Early morning…

Stramble, or somewhere between an amble, or a stroll, but those two words indicate an objective or purpose which is…

5 months ago

The passage of time…

As you know I like shadows. Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One…

7 months ago

Post Darragh

All is calm (now), all shall be well (at last). The power of the river is to be seen to…

11 months ago

Berryless…

Taking the hound - George, the rescue greyhound, on his much enjoyed sniffathons at this time of year is characterised…

12 months ago

Back to normal…

At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock - midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of…

1 year ago

Female Goosander…

Leading her family of seven young girls downstream.

1 year ago

Taking the air…

Him, the rescue hound, loves watching, listening, sniffing and being generally “on watch” when he goes on the river. George…

1 year ago

A storm is just a storm.

A rose by any other name…. We’ve had more storms than Gaelic or Scandinavian names, just like last weekend. Kathleen-…

2 years ago