
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
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
I’m driving into the Fenland equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle – a muddier version, as marked out by Chatteris, Welney … Continue reading Welches Dam
A day off and despite the almost overwhelming temptation to roll over and stay in bed, I am out of … Continue reading Dawn
To my sister’s great delight, her dog once demonstrated both the extent and the limits of its canine brainpower after … Continue reading The Aspect of an Owl
There are rumours of a stork. On a tip off from a friend, I head down to the river and … Continue reading Water Meadows
It is a grey and gloomy day as I set off east, away from the Fens and deep into Suffolk. … Continue reading 50,000 Shades of Grey
The sky had a peculiar countenance this morning. It’s a horrible cliché, but there is no escaping that it really … Continue reading The Song and the Sky
A quick lunchtime stroll around the Sanctuary, and I’m chasing shadows – glimpses of movement, flitterings and scutterings, and an … Continue reading Chasing Shadows
The kids have already eaten by the time I get home and they’re watching something loud on the telly, so … Continue reading Noises, sounds and sweet airs, and dancing.
This springtime of extremes has swung again and it is chilly this evening. I’m on my allotment out on the … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the third