A river ramble

An unseasonably warm February had brought out pockets of beautiful spring flowers, adding splashes of yellow and purple to the white clusters of snowdrops. Bees buzzed around patches of purple and white heather, and I caught glimpses of my first brimstone, comma and red admiral butterflies of the year. The sky was an impossible shade … More A river ramble

Oh W’OWL!

Night in the forest. Blocks of densely planted pine trees crowd in close to the track. Narrow trunks, spindly branches and prickly needles are illuminated by the white beams of the car headlights, before disappearing into dark shadows once more. Immense piles of felled trunks, still caked in snow, are stacked by the side of … More Oh W’OWL!

Snow ‘drops’, fire ‘crest’ and ice ‘everywhere’

Winter had arrived with temperatures plummeting overnight. Ice gripped the landscape. Frosted white, minute crystals clung to every blade of grass and any leaf that dared remain on dark branches. Standing water had become locked under a lid of ice that was clear like a mirror, a miniature world trapped beneath, and opaque where it … More Snow ‘drops’, fire ‘crest’ and ice ‘everywhere’

Winter Checks

It had been a foul night as Storm Deidre swept into the UK. For many it brought snow and very strong winds. For us in Norfolk it was a night of wind and rain. The morning however dawned calm and bright, with a beautiful blue sky. After the nights battering the forest was soggy. Droplets … More Winter Checks

Feathers wagging

The garden was resplendent, a vibrant palette of autumn colours. The oak tree was ablaze with reds, oranges and yellows. The leaves on the shrubs, bushes and trees varying from deep greens to bright reds. Many of the smaller trees had dropped their leaves, leaving twisted dark branches except for the silver birch whose striking … More Feathers wagging

One little petrel

It was July 2018 and I had just finished my first evening of catching storm-petrels on Sule Skerry. As dawn had broken, lightening the sky from dark velvet black to deep blue, rain had moved in and the dark rocks, capped white with the guano of seabirds, had become slippery and treacherous under foot. The … More One little petrel

The Owl of Athena

Night on a working farm is not quite completely quiet or completely dark. The surrounding fields are cloaked in darkness and the sky above is filled with stars. Across this nightscape we hear the ‘seep’ of calling redwing, returning for the winter. Tall buildings loom out of the black, their angular lines and features illuminated … More The Owl of Athena

Pretty in Pink

The afternoon sun was low in a blue sky with just a few wisps of white cloud. Sunbeams slanted through the trees and bushes, turning the tops of the reeds, heavy with seeds, golden yellow. It was the last weekend in September and with the final early start at our reed bed site the following … More Pretty in Pink