Reading: Fifty Words for Snow

Snow Angel...A blizzard of skylarks....Snowflakes big as a dogs paw...Snow... I find snow enchanting, the magical transformation it brings to familiar landscapes, the still silence, especially at night, of a snowfall. I don't spend as much time as I'd like in the snow (and there will be even less opportunity this year, obviously) . Our… Continue reading Reading: Fifty Words for Snow

What I have been doing for the past eight weeks…

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Oooo hello! I am still here...grab a mug of tea and a digestive...I hope you are OK. Hasn't 2020 been weird, time wise? Wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey as Dr Who (in their tenth incarnation) might say. I've had weeks which seemed to last mooooonths, life buffering like a dodgy feed in a zoom call, and then the past… Continue reading What I have been doing for the past eight weeks…

Review: Attention All Shipping

Attention All Shipping by Charlie Connelly (Little, Brown) The shipping forecast is a  national institution. In a former life I heard it regularly on getting home late after working the evening Box Office shift, or more usually getting home late after the after work drinks. I'd dream of a simpler, less hectic, seaside life and… Continue reading Review: Attention All Shipping

Strange Times: The Woods

If you've been here a while you'll know how much I love to read (if you're new, hello and welcome) but I'm finding it hard to read anything at all during these days of social distancing and isolation. It's ironic really, most of my time I spend wanting to not be doing the thing I'm… Continue reading Strange Times: The Woods

Winter Notes Seven: Edgelands

I wrote this, or started to, a couple of weeks ago as COVID-19 approached, but before home-schooling, before lock-down. As the scale of the crisis unfurled on the news I went on a massively LONG walk, I couldn't stop my feet from moving ever forward, along the riverbank, over muddy fields and to the medieval… Continue reading Winter Notes Seven: Edgelands

Review: Under The Stars: A Journey Into Light

Under The Stars : A Journey Into Light by Matt Gaw (Elliot & Thompson) If you look up at the sky at night from your front step, back garden or high-rise window what do you see? Try it now (if it's night, and it's not cloudy) are there stars? Are there loads of them, can… Continue reading Review: Under The Stars: A Journey Into Light

Winter Notes Six : MIST

What is it about mist. It's a bit magical, don't you think? It's a cloud in a place where a cloud shouldn't be. Not inpenetrable, you can see quite far, yet it changes everything. It renders the familiar unfamiliar, messing with our sense of perspective and place. Am I on the ground, or am I… Continue reading Winter Notes Six : MIST

Winter Notes: Five

This semi-distant line of trees is an obsession of mine, mainly because I can't work out if I can get there without trespassing. Walk down the track, past the cottage and barns, and the path you could take is quite definitely NO ACCESS. Besides, that route may entail crossing a bit of river, but maybe… Continue reading Winter Notes: Five

Winter Notes: Four

A moment of joy on a gloomy January morning. Cycling along the short stretch of Thames Path (a journey I do 4 days out of seven), the meadow alongside is a small lake and two flocks of gulls rest there. As I ride by they lift into small murmurations, swooping overhead, I can hear their… Continue reading Winter Notes: Four

Winter Notes: Three

On the Thames Path the geese are back. In the mornings they honk in squadrons along the river, and argue under Donnington Bridge by the Sea Scouts hut. By the afternoons they're a bit knackered and I find them waddling with attitude along the towpath, giving the side-eye to dog walkers and cyclists like me.… Continue reading Winter Notes: Three