Here, for all who know the Downs – their wandering pathways through fields of yellow and green, blue yet often lowering skies, are the Downs on an English summer’s afternoon. Rowland Hilder - The Downs.
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
2020 / 03 13:15 – 15:15 Bright and sunny spell after more prolonged heavy rain and cloud. Wind cold 3-4 SW, and temperature down to 5 – 6°C in the shade Descending the slope down through the Chilworth Pines, picking my way over slippery logs and tangled briar, out onto the south side of the […]
Black Bryony and the Jaggy Creel. Dawn, and a mist rises from the lake by the big house, and a small cloud inversion hovers over the source of the River Enborne. It lifts and mingles with a plume of smoke from the biomass wood boiler, and all is caught in the most ethereal, golden light […]
A Guest Post by Clive Bennett ‘See—the hawk, after going nearly out of sight, has swept round, and passes again at no great distance; this is a common habit of his kind, to beat round in wide circles. As the breeze strikes him aslant his course he seems to fly for a short time partly […]
It turns out that I’ve been writing this blog for ten years; ten long years of grouse, curlews and hill farming in Galloway. That’s a fair piece of work, but to me it represents a decent chunk of my life between the ages of 24 and 34. People who know me will understand that I […]
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