Looking out the kitchen window the first snow of winter on the mountains, black twigged hedges casting frosted white shadows, that stay all day, across the fields; a hunting Sparrowhawk flips over a nearby hedge disturbing a flock of Fieldfare, their gun-metal blue heads shining in the afternoon winter sun as they rise as one circling the field before settling back on the hedge.
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2020 / 17 Butterfly Transect Week 1 1430 – 1600 Bright, sunny and warm. Passing clouds and a persistent ESE breeze F3-4 Cycled in, access via Copse Lane. Walking around the track left to right, to start the transect at Section 5. The sky is huge, and over the clearfell 2 Buzzards are circling with […]
The Moon and the Goshawk. These are strange and unsettling times for us all. I head for the high tops, to clear my head with a clearing storm. I can see it coming; great grey brush strokes drawn down with a broad sweep over the wet page of a lemon-yellow sky. I decide to cross […]
Simon Coleman Singing Nightingale At Fingringhoe, Essex, 2015, Richard Hull During this time of great uncertainty and anxiety in the world, I feel the value of beautiful and insightful writing even more than usual. There is the palpable sense of crisis pressing in on our minds, with no obvious end in sight. With every official […]
Low Airie, Glenkens – 5/4/20 It’s no small job to resurrect the boundaries around Low Airie. It’s taken me a month to repair a mile of drystane dyke, and now I pause to consider the prospect of restoring almost a mile and a half of tired old fence which runs along the top end of […]
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