
The Allotment
Help us to be the always hopeful Gardeners of the spirit Who know that without darkness Nothing comes to birth … Continue reading The Allotment
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
“Mud is another element. One comes to love it” The mud is deep here. I take the little one’s hand … Continue reading Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
A day off and despite the almost overwhelming temptation to roll over and stay in bed, I am out of … Continue reading Dawn
An unexpected perk of working the bar of a country pub was getting to know a pair of rascals who, … Continue reading The Shotley Peninsula
It’s blowing a gale but the sun is hot and warming, and I decide to brave the terrace. I’ve chosen … Continue reading St Ives
There have been hints of it for a few weeks now and there is no longer any doubt – autumn … Continue reading Sharp Flavours
I know an island. A magical place, a smudge of green grass rising out of the bluest of seas, where … Continue reading The Snails and the Whale