Away, featured, Landscape, Life

Gathering thoughts in May

Robert Browning may have craved his homeland in April (and who would not?), but is there any month more urgently, lasciviously, resplendently English than May? The very word drips with subtext; with sappy, fleshy undercurrents of light, warmth and fecundity. Advertisements

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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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Landscape

The bumblebee

This week I saw my first bumblebee of the year. Gorgeously big and black, with honey-coloured stripes, she was a buff-tailed bumblebee (Bombus terrestris), one of the most common here.

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