
Blithe Indifference
As the grippe’s approach gathers apace, I thought it was time to escape for a walk, which in itself feels … Continue reading Blithe Indifference
As the grippe’s approach gathers apace, I thought it was time to escape for a walk, which in itself feels … Continue reading Blithe Indifference
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
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
Well, this is better – I’m leaning back against the trunk of a beautiful and venerable oak, solid and steady, … Continue reading Homage
Years ago, I heard a story on the radio and it has stayed with me, half remembered, ever since. Somewhere … Continue reading The Olive Grove
Help us to be the always hopeful Gardeners of the spirit Who know that without darkness Nothing comes to birth … Continue reading The Allotment
On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions … Continue reading Walking on Ice
December’s lurgy lingers on and work is frustrating, despite the enthusiasm of New Year’s clean slate; it’s time to escape … Continue reading Back to the Sanctuary
I’m driving into the Fenland equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle – a muddier version, as marked out by Chatteris, Welney … Continue reading Welches Dam