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

birds, The Fens, walking

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

Ely, The Fens, walking

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

Bluebells, spring, The Fens

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

Ely, spring, The Fens, walking

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

Nature, The Fens, walking

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