
Earth’s Slow Incline
I came across this beautiful poem last night. Almond Blossom, by Fiona Benson. This morning, love, I’m tired and grave;I … Continue reading Earth’s Slow Incline
I came across this beautiful poem last night. Almond Blossom, by Fiona Benson. This morning, love, I’m tired and grave;I … Continue reading Earth’s Slow Incline
It was suggested on the radio this week that a conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter, two thousand or so years … Continue reading The Great Conjunction
It can be a noisy old business, walking through the Fens. The clomp and swish of welly through wet grass, … Continue reading Where The River Bends
In the spirit of historical investigation, and with not much else to do, we have decided to recreate William le … Continue reading The Aldreth Causeway
It was dark and, yes, I’d had a few jars, but really, there was no obvious sign that this was … Continue reading The Gasworks
Oh but it’s hot. No, there’s nothing mellow about this scorching September morn’. When it comes to the Johns, this … Continue reading Indian Summer
Sometimes, the days on this island are so unutterably perfect that I am loathe to let them go; but, not … Continue reading Iona
I can’t put my finger on it, but there is something eerie about the Sanctuary today. It’s my first visit … Continue reading Ragwort
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At … Continue reading Sleekit
When I wrote this, a few years back, I thought it was about the discovery of a secret garden. But … Continue reading The Bohemian Garden