It was a beautiful warm summers evening, although meteorically speaking it was still spring for just a few more hours. The sky overhead was a bright blue with just wisps of high clouds, while where the sun was closing in on the western horizon, the colour had been bleached out. On evenings like this the colours … More Little Wind Hoverer
It was a gorgeous, balmy, sunny evening. The bright blue sky clear above the sparkling greens of the forest. Everything seemed to glow in the long rays of sunshine as the sun headed for the horizon. Bright yellows of broom and gorse added a brilliant splash of colour to the palette of greens and browns … More Having a Hoot in the Forest
The last day of April. A bright, breezy day with a sky filled with high cloud that occasionally breaks to reveal patches of blue and rays of sunshine that warmed the wetland of the RSPB’s Lakenheath Nature Reserve. The footpath followed the top of the raised river bank that was lush with verdant green grasses. … More Lakenheath Nature Reserve
During the winter of 2015 / 2016 we spent some time setting nest boxes up in a couple of areas of Thetford Forest. The boxes were tall with a wide square opening at the top, and a little perch sticking out at a right angle. They were attached high up on selected trees, always in … More Nest Box Surprise
We were up early doors once more. Outside the car window tall, narrow, straight trees of the forest whip past. The sky is a deep blue, becoming lighter all the time. The trees are black silhouettes. If I focus on the sky behind they flick past like a hand drawn cartoon on a flip-pad, lending … More A Tale from the Reeds…
Thetford Forest is not a uniform place, but a mosaic of habitats. From blocks of broadleaf trees in recreation areas or as buffers along roads, to areas of open grassy heathland, to patches of the commercial pine plantations. Even within those commercial blocks no two patch is the same, with areas recently felled, those with … More A walk in the Forest
In the dark bedroom the alarm went off, waking me with a jolt. I rolled over and stopped it, thinking what on earth am I doing setting it for this hour. It was early. Too early. Baby had been sleeping through the night for the last couple months, so why was my alarm going off … More Start of the season
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 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
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
Wild Barley 