Despite the rather murky morning, spring had definitely arrived and the garden was a riot of colour. Crocuses ranging from brilliant white through to various shades of purple, from deep violet to pale lilac, cyclamens in shades of pink, brilliant yellow daffodils and pure white snowdrops. The calls of birds in the garden had changed … More Springs Arrival
The train rattles, clickety clack clickety clack, as it rushes towards the Capital. The scenery outside rushing by, transforms from extensive fields, meandering rivers and woodlands to neat rows of houses and industrial estates with corrugated roofs. Still I pick out geese wandering over fields, ducks wending their way along the rivers, a rush of … More Incredible Oceans 2017
The paddocks were shrouded in thick fog. Beyond the fences the shadows of a small copse of trees were just about visible. The horses in the paddocks look up, curious, as the unusual threesome start setting up nets in the garden beyond their fence line. They wander over, a little cautious, but mainly curious of … More Foggy Comforts
15th January 2007 Sitting on some large, smooth boulders listing to the waves roll onto the small pebbly beach below, watching the sun play on a turquoise bay and the shadows moving on the impressive mountains beyond, I reflect on what was, to date, one of the most amazing, stunning, awesome mornings of my life. … More Wild Barley Rewind: Dolphin Swim
The New Year dawned slowly and drearily in North Wales. Low cloud and rain obscured the view from the hill side, rivulets of rain drops ran like miniature rivers down the window so it was almost impossible to see out. It was not the kind of morning you wanted to head outside, but rather one … More The New Year
The baby alarm clock had gone off early. So early it was still dark, although that is not difficult at this time of the year. While mummy dealt with crumpets in bed, daddy was out like a shot to the garden to set up nets. With reinforcements waking to take care of the crumpet-eater I … More Mysterious birds
It was a beautiful November day. A brilliant blue sky with hardly a breathe of wind that barely stirred the leaves of the trees that were a blaze of golden yellow, orange and browns. The sun, already past its zenith and beginning its slow descent to the horizon, still retained some promise of warmth although … More Silhouettes of Wax
The big, wide sky that stretched overhead looked like a water colour painting. Layers of cloud ranging from various shades of grey to bluish purple. Swirling and billowing, streaky and smooth all at once. Over the horizon a curtain of dark purple swept past where rain deluged the scrub and dunes of the North Norfolk … More Eastern Promise
The pale golden light of dawn was stealing across the sky from the eastern horizon, the trees below still dark from the night. In the west clouds were building, bluish grey in the morning light, while the leading edge of the front gleamed golden. The wind rustled the leaves of the trees and the hedgerows … More Hang on just a Linnet
Autumn had arrived. The blistering heat of the previous week had been replaced by more seasonal temperatures, although it was still warm and a little muggy with the cloud cover. At Cranwich the monotonous grey sky, occasionally broke to reveal patches of pastel blue and the occasional ray of pale gold sunshine. The smell of … More Roosting in the reeds
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