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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Best-Loved Books

Not strictly inspired by Plaxtol, but I have come to realize that the books I love best inform my writing, elaborate my understanding of wildlife, landscape and history, and affirm my sense of place. Here are the ones which come most readily to mind.

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