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
It’s late, almost ten, at the end of a scorching hot bank holiday weekend. It’s dark, but not quite dark … Continue reading Luscinia megarhynchos
I have escaped to a meadow in Suffolk, and a sweet 1950s caravan surrounded by a sea of cowslips. The … Continue reading Hunting for bluebells
Spring is raging right now. The unusually late cold snap had put things on hold and the sudden explosion of … Continue reading The Sanctuary awakens
A few days back, before the mizzle set in, we were treated to a day or two of bluster and … Continue reading Behind the sky