A Week in Wales

A week of sunshine, clouds, rain, thunder and lightning. Sometimes all in one day. A week of hiking through Welsh woodlands, splashing through streams, trooping up and down steep slopes, carrying kit and kids, avoiding stinging nettles, branches and sheep poo. Of stopping to admire the view. From steep sloping valleys, a patchwork of woodland … More A Week in Wales

Reflecting

Sitting on a plastic chair cuddling my youngest as he finally succumbs to sleep, darkness surrounds me with a cold cloak. The surrounding trees and little wooden house, lose their colour disappearing into black silhouettes. The sky still holds some light, varying shades of dark blue rather than black yet. My other senses take over. … More Reflecting

Exploring rock pools

The sky was a brilliant blue with a patchy blanket of white cotton wool like clouds. The warm sun peaks through the gaps spilling warmth and sunlight onto the beach and ocean below. The sea is calm, gently lapping the sandy shore leaving ripples in the sand and puddles in its retreat. Along the beach … More Exploring rock pools

Devon’s Bunting

Past experience tells me the Devon countryside is stunning. Narrow, single lane roads with tight passing places. Towering hedgerows that block out all but a narrow strip of sky above. The occasional gaps in the hedge or where the road dips up and down, reveals undulating green fields with thick lines of hedges and round … More Devon’s Bunting

Welsh boxes

Snaking through the valley, between steep sided mountains with rounded tops, the river runs like a silvery ribbon, parallel to the grey road and straight black lines of a railway. All three sandwiched together on the valley floor. Trees, grasses and bushes in a myriad of shades of green cover the valley floor, screening road … More Welsh boxes

Nocturnal delights

The dark night shrouded the countryside like a cloak. A faint glow from the distant town the only chink in the nights armour. Rain pattered against the car windows, which was slowly starting to steam up from the warm bodies within. It is a waiting game. Watching the inky black beyond the windscreen. Waiting. It … More Nocturnal delights

In search of shrooms

It was a pretty wet October. Grey rainclouds refused to budge, dropping their deluge day after day. Even when it was not raining, the clouds persisted, hiding the sun behind a curtain of grey. When it did break through it was for brief glimpses with swirling cloud quickly closing ranks again, like someone tugging curtains … More In search of shrooms