Landscape

December, now

I love the days of bright sun and hard frost, the intense colour of the oak trees, still holding their orange leaves. Advertisements

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featured, Landscape, Life

Fieldfares

The first fieldfares were heard in Plaxtol from the last weeks of October onwards. Fieldfares come here from Scandinavia and Russia to winter among our pastures, turned fields and orchards and will stay until March. They come at first in ones and twos, later in ever-growing flocks, and while their arrival may be delayed by […]

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Landscape, Life

September in Plaxtol

The robins have begun to try out their quiet song, wistful and meditative, quite unlike their bright carolling in spring. Early mornings are softer now, and chillier. The sun’s light is mirrored in the sky before it rises, mist lies along the Bourne valley like woodsmoke and everything is damp with dew. On fine afternoons […]

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Legacy, Life

Ragwort Alert

It is that time of year again. The cherries are ripe, the plums not yet coloured, the brambles are studded with hard, green, fuzzy promises. Meadowsweet is in bloom, so that lucky damp lanes are filled with the deep honey scent from its curdy panicles of flower … and wherever I go in Plaxtol I […]

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Landscape

Morning, after rain

Six o’clock. Everything is wet. This morning’s world is a water-world. The long shaws are silvered with last night’s rain and the beginnings of the May. In a matter of days the treeline will be white with the blossom, each hawthorn tree a plump country girl or sturdy lad in best, fresh-laundered pinafore and smock. […]

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