The Seasons

Early morning…

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

1 year ago

A Swallow doesn’t…

Know what it’s doing. I posted this on Facebook: “ Swallows in on my mind. They arrive here in April,…

1 year ago

The wild flower meadow…

Is coming into its own. Although any time of year is spectacular to us. But the snowdrop has given way…

1 year 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…

1 year ago

Post Darragh

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

2 years ago

Berryless…

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

2 years 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…

2 years ago

From a poor start…

..the fruits of the garden are now emerging in excess. A cold wet start to the season combined with slugs…

2 years ago

Isia- the morning after…

Took the dogs walking and opened the gate to a lovely surprise. The top of a dying fir tree had…

3 years ago