Tree Love

Once upon a time a Tree was so loved that when it came time to put a little brick wall around its garden,  the owners left a break in the wall so as not to disturb the tree. Over the years, the Tree grew tall and provided shade for the garden and beauty to the…

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Old Trees, New Spring

The morning was so beautiful that we were lured out for an early morning walk in West Wood, where old trees reach to the sky, creating a sense of timelessness. I love this time of year when you can still see the bare bones of the leafless trees, but can also feel the hidden tremble…

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Back in the World

Crocus sativus. Just look at these little beauties opening to the sun, little symbols of cheerfulness and hope . Our weather has been absolutely glorious for the past two days, making it a real pleasure to be making my way gently back into the world again.

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Stately Sentinel

I want to introduce you to a friend of mine, a certain ivy-twined tree that I pass almost daily as I make my way through a little alleyway en route to the village. Its size makes the walkway shady and its leaves make a mess on the path when they fall and become hazardously slippery when…

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Wind from the North

It is, in a word, cold. Lots of sleet today. We drove down to the seafront on our way home from somewhere else this morning, but decided that watching the birds and tides from the relative comfort of the car was far more enticing than getting out and braving the wind. Our earlier walk along…

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Winter Berry Spotting

Tuesday. The busiest day of my week, every week. A short walk through the neigbourhood was all I could manage, just long enough to breathe a bit of fresh air and do a bit of berry-spotting.

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Winter Brighteners

Once again, our village tea shop offered the perfect destination for a chilly afternoon walk. What can be nicer than a warm drink and a chat with a good friend to kick off the new week? Hurrying home afterwards, I was stopped in my tracks by these trembling glimmers of hope just beginning to bloom in…

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Winter Woodland

I wanted a gentle stroll through the woods not a scramble through the underbrush, but the day was so beautiful that I let myself be talked into walking down into Thundersley Glen. Looks are deceiving, however, so Jeff was quickly pressed into carving sticks to help keep us upright as we scrambled along the (grossly) muddy…

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