Humidity Brings Procrastination
Yellow poppy This optimistic flower appears in late spring in one of my favourite gardens, a mystical semi-wild farm- house plot in...
Yellow poppy This optimistic flower appears in late spring in one of my favourite gardens, a mystical semi-wild farm- house plot in...
Today is the first day I’ve remembered to go out consciously with the@natureasnurtureNature Connection Challenge in mind. Some thoughts…...
A few weeks ago I started walking my neighbour’s dog. The neighbour is ill and can’t do the long walks at the moment. For a while the...
It’s the last day of January. A high pitched, instantly recognisable call comes from down in the vale amongst the trees. Possibly it’s...
A work in progress – video based on one fo the entries in A London Country Diary.
A few years ago I read a book about medieval herbalism and, as I am wont to do, afterwards decided to make it a part of my life. I could...
I’m woken from a dream by the sound of birds. It’s a multi-levelled effect, with blackbirds and starlings in the background, the odd...
The kids do a cow attracting dance that achieves its objective, expect these are bullocks not cows. On the way back we see a thorn tree...
The spring sky holds many delights. Mercury can be viewed high in the sky above Orion (and to the left of McDermotts pub). The lighthouse...
Between two smallish trees in Clissold Park there is a long length of red twine that somebody (conceptual nature artist or mischievous...
Every day my two year old son and I walk through Clissold Park and go up to touch the Football Tree. “Football Tree!” my son will say....
The cherry blossom of Kingsbridge House, on Lordship Road, has gone, blown in the wind towards Seven Sisters Road. Up there amid the...
The daffodils are out in Clissold Park. Squat dogs round and through them. “Kaiser! Butch! Over here!” shouts an angry looking man with...
I was working late the other night when I heard a commotion outside – it sounded like someone trying to kick over a compost bin....
This morning I saw a magpie and, without thinking, saluted it. "Good morning Mr Magpie!" Then another magpie appeared from behind a tree...
March feels like a long month. As the cold recedes, local wildlife appears in the outdoors once again. A sniff of the wind, a look in the...
As winter turns to (in theory) spring, Burren wildlife starts to prepare for warmer weather. On a walk north of Doolin, a mile before the...
The winter winds brought some unexpected activity in the garden this year. The Argos shed we’d bought, against all advice, is still there...