If the last ghastly year has taught me anything, it’s that life is not an endless procession of opportunities, and I need to get on and do as many wished-for things as I can manage. (Actually, it’s taught me a lot more, but I’m not going to rant…
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I last visited this Iron Age hillfort at the end of March (see here), and have just returned to see the bluebells at their peak of perfection, on a very chilly but bright morning. In past years I was saddened to see those on the lawns much crushed…
I thought twice about the title of this page, having found Ian McEwan’s novel of the same name quite dire! But what the hell, that’s where I was on a cold, windy but very sunny spring day. We started off at the beach car park and walked along…
We all think of water as being more or less colourless, its appearance being dictated by the surroundings. Well, that’s true enough – think of a fiery sea at sunrise, grey sea on a cloudy day and blue or green sea on a sunny day. But just sometimes,…
Today promised warm fine weather, on only the second day from our very slow release from being locked up. I celebrated with a friend by visiting Blackbury Camp to take some photos of the trees before the place is overrun by selfie-obsessed hordes bent on trampling the bluebells…
“Well, who isn’t?”, one might ask. Not only does it make eating meals less messy, but also gives the collector of unconsidered trifles (that’s me) an opportunity to add to my collection of odd jumble sale eating irons and washed up sea spoons! So it was with some…
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. – William Blake, Auguries of Innocence In my rather small lockdown world, a walk on the beach at low tide…
I spent a couple of hours wandering on the beach with a friend, much needed downtime to clear my head and lift my spirits on a sunny winter afternoon. A lot of my beach snaps are big landscapes and seascapes, but sometimes it’s nice to look down and…
It’s a common myth, often disputed, that the Inuit have many more words for snow than in English, and Bill Bryson, in his At Home: A Short History of Private Life tells us that in South America, there are many hundreds of potato-related words. English is widely accepted to…