The Wild Blue Yonder

Thankfully, the world is full of mysteries. I live in hope that some may eventually be resolved, but some will forever remain impenetrable, such as ‘just what is it about Bluebells?’ Where do they get that extra-ordinary, almost hallucinogenic quality that somehow manages to transform – albeit briefly – even the most prosaic patch of […]

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Sounds of spring

I can never remember when each season is officially supposed to start, but am happy to report that after several false starts Spring seems to have arrived (at least in my neck of the woods) The thing I hate most about winter (and there’s a lot to dislike, I often find) is the degree to […]

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The sound of breathing

Another sunny – stripped back, soon to be spring – Sunday, another walk in the woods.  How English, how middle class can you get? I don’t care, sometimes the effort of stepping outside the stereotype just isn’t worth it. Especially not on a glorious day like this, cold, crisp and clear.  I’m conscious of a […]

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Swallows

There’s something about those tiny, hurtling, hunting scraps of life that always makes me smile…swallows, swifts, martens. I love them all. They always seem to me expressive of the sheer joy of flight, madly attempting to zip across the whole breadth of sky, all at once. A sight so vicariously exciting, I sometimes find myself […]

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Nightwalking

view all the pictures Friday night in the woods.  I know, it sounds a bit dubious, but bear with me.  Last friday it was worth it.   Artist Linda Johns currently has 9 artworks tucked away in Salcey Forest. Last friday she led an intrepid bunch of  folks on a torch-lit walk around them. Wine […]

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Swimming in the woods

view all the pictures Lying on my back on a bench on a sunny, breezy afternoon watching the trees dance against the scudding clouds.  I was suddenly seized by a powerful feeling of being underwater instead, watching weeds sway in the current. (I don’t know what I thought the clouds were – perhaps I just […]

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Basket of light

Found a special place a couple of weekends ago, although it took me a while to realise it. I wandered around a bit, taking in the sun-drenched loveliness of every prospect, and a few photos. Then I sat on the stout wooden bench outside the village hall, enjoying the view (pictured above). Conscious, once the […]

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