Listening, thinking of nothing, simply living in the sound of the night, the world seems more alive; the dusky green of field and hedge a monochrome greyish-silver in the pale light, the telegraph poles stark black throwing spooky shadows across the fields. A Barn Owl hunting along the edge of the wood - ghostly white. All is quiet - silver-washed tranquility.
Welcome to my Blog – a celebration of birds, mostly – in art and anecdote, poetry and prose – part memoir, part anthology, part nature writing, with biographical snippets about favourite artists. Follow me as I ramble through the year writing about the birds I see – share your own encounters with birds, or tell me about your patch … More
2019 / 69 06:45 – 09:30 Sunny morning, but with an autumnal feel. 12°C, light F2 SW. Little cloud Cobwebs gleaming Wander-dreaming Busy being idle I am at the east clearfell as the sun rises behind me, watching the shadow of dawn fall away into the ground, pulled away like bed linen. There are birds […]
The Sea and the Butterfly. On the Pembrokeshire coast path with my daughter, on the first evening of our holiday, we walk right up the aisle of an ant wedding, taking place either side of the dusty path. Choosing the warmest, most still of summer days, the ants have grown wings for their nuptial flight, […]
Rebecca Welshman “Ending climate change requires the end of capitalism” wrote Phil McDuff in the Guardian, who then went on to mention  sixteen-year-old Greta Thunberg who has given a new urgent voice to the climate crisis. For decades climate change scientists, environmentalists, and thousands of others have been saying similar things, but have been […]
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