By a Brook in Winter - A fresh fall of snow overnight. I walk in a winter landscape: the green fields mantled white; the blackish branches of willow and ash, edged white, starkly outlined, against the morning light; mirrored in the dark brown-grey of the brook; the distant woods a purple haze against the blue-grey snow clouds above. My footsteps the only sound.
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2019 / 60 21:00 – 22:30 Muggy evening, overcast and dull. Very warm 19°C The light is generally less favourable this evening, but I am drawn to the Nightjars and cannot resist an opportunity to visit again. As I walk down the track, a Woodcock squeaks overhead in the opposite direction, and watching him I […]
Ocksey Daisies & Open Gates. Trying to clear thoughts muddled by persistent headaches, I go for a little lie down – on the broad open flank of the hill. Evening, and nothing but the sound of skylarks and meadow pipits singing their way up and back down to the grass wigwams of their nests, and […]
Simon Coleman The South Downs. https://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/destinations/europe/united-kingdom/england/east-sussex/south-downs/articles/The-South-Downs-pub-walks/ The following passage from Richard Jefferies’ autobiography, ‘The Story of My Heart’, provides a perfect example of how a particular landscape can induce a calm and creative state of mind. The landscape in this case is chalk downland, where sharp valleys can suddenly cut into wide stretches of […]
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