Cow Parsley Bank
Spring builds like a wave, slowly at first, gathering pace. Shivering snowdrops raise their heads, followed by crocuses and swathes … Continue reading Cow Parsley Bank
Category: The Fens
Siren Song: Coda
Some years ago, I was being shown around the State Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow. A colleague, and my guide for … Continue reading Siren Song: Coda
Whistling in the Dark
Under a dun November sky I park up beneath some trees and walk the hundred or so yards to the … Continue reading Whistling in the Dark
The Clayway
A sleepless night and the annual confusion that follows the end of British Summer Time has left me roaming around … Continue reading The Clayway
Lady Wood
There is a book, which I find myself returning to again and again, that luxuriates in having a wonderfully digressive … Continue reading Lady Wood
Beating the Bounds
“Today was a whole season away from yesterday, warmed by a strong west wind and mellow sunlight, hazing down to … Continue reading Beating the Bounds
Siren Song
I am irritable after a poor night’s sleep and my ebb is low, quite apart from an ache that will … Continue reading Siren Song
Where The River Bends
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
The Aldreth Causeway
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
Homage
Well, this is better – I’m leaning back against the trunk of a beautiful and venerable oak, solid and steady, … Continue reading Homage
Behind the Sky 