During these difficult times I’m very lucky to be living in Cornwall and just a short walk from a wooded area surrounded by sea. My daily walks never fail to lift my mood, and each time I notice something new that resonates with me afterwards, whether it be an unfamiliar birdsong, the plants signalling the change of the seasons or a new pastel shade in the fading light. You can read my thoughts and observations, which may make up the large majority of my blog posts, below.

Begwary Brook: Part 1

Begwary Brook in Bedfordshire is a marshy haven abundant with life, a peaceful escape from the droning traffic of the nearby A1. As you walk the uneven yellow brick path, then continue alongside the River Ouse meandering lazily past, white tails on furry brown bottoms bob up ahead, rabbits darting into the undergrowth.

Landlocked

I haven’t been in the sea all week. These damn easterlies have shown no let-up, and yesterday’s swell made my stomach turn just to look at it. No clean sets, just a roiling mass of white water hurling seaspray at anyone who dared get near. The wind chill factor hurt. This must be the first…

Fear of fallen trees

I’ve written about my fear of fallen trees before, but that was several years ago and on a different blog. Why am I afraid? What is it about the tree being in this state that triggers this fear? If I’m not afraid of standing trees, why be afraid of ones lying on the ground? I…