I’ve just discovered a wonderful private nature reserve almost on my doorstep – I only managed to visit on the last open day but am…
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If you live in grass-growing country (as I do here in the southwest of England), one of the most elusive and evocative scents of summer…
In previous years, the tiny fruits on my Amelanchier lamarkii tree (commonly called Juneberry) haven’t ripened that well, but this year, they are a dusky…
“Daisies are our silver, Buttercups our gold: This is all the treasure We can have or hold.” Thus runs a children’s hymn I remember from…
In another post, I pondered on the variation you can find in some wildflowers, including red campion. In contrast, I’ve always been intrigued by the…
Although I’ve been happily taking photos for many years and am pretty au fait with the technical side, it’s never too late to learn something…
“Oak before ash, in for a splash; ash before oak, in for a soak” Thus runs the old country saying, suggesting that if the ash…
Every year, I try to visit at least one beechwood at about this time, when the leaves are like fluttering scraps of lime green taffeta.…
On a dry and bright breezy day, I did this circular walk starting and finishing in the lovely village of Worth Matravers on the Isle…