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…
Read MoreI 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…
Read MoreThe snow that was forecast hasn’t materialized, so the woods were drenched in stripey sunlight when I went out for an afternoon walk. All was quiet, no animals stirring, no…
Read MoreThundersley was sunny, glorious and cold* this morning. I had picked up some fresh lemon grass and curry powder from Foods of Asia for a friend, so I walked through the village to drop them…
Read MoreWe live on the very edge of old woodlands. Very old woodlands, in fact, once attached to a royal manor belonging to King John. The lodge is long gone, but…
Read MoreAlthough the days are short and the weather bleak, our winter has been fairly gentle thus far, as evidenced by this small brave rose, a touch of colour and hope…
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