The news tells me that “The Beast from the East” is returning to England. So although there has been no snow in this area for a fortnight, I’ve decided to go back to the photographs I took earlier in the year and find something to write about there.
The day after the last snowfall, I went for a walk in the park very early. It may have been foolish, as what little snow we had had, had turned to ice.
Continue reading “who goes there?”
One of the problems with trying to write a blog or participate on social media is that it’s not always easy to think of anything to say. And even when you do have ideas, it’s all too easy to look at all the noise and start to wonder whether anyone anywhere could possibly be interested.
When the world news is full of death and damnation, a few pretty pictures and a light-hearted comment or two can hardly compete.
Continue reading “in vino veritas”
Some people hate their neighbours. Others are best friends with them. Others simply tolerate them. Personally, I wouldn’t recognise mine even if they came and knocked at the door. We simply don’t coincide and I know nothing about them.
Actually, I found out something about them this last week that was rather reassuring.
Continue reading “winter webs”
People laugh at the British because we talk about the weather so much and so frequently. But having lived in Spain for many years, in an area where it might be hot, sunny and dry for months on end, I think I appreciate why the weather is such a popular conversation topic here. Not only can it change radically from one day to the next, but it can be completely different in two places that are only a few miles apart.
All over the festive break, I was enviously watching the social media feeds of people I know well and consider to live “locally”, as they posted the most amazing scenes of frost and snow and talked of sledging and snowmen. But until this week I didn’t have anything of the sort to post myself.
Continue reading “early one morning”
February was mild and Nature got a bit ahead of herself.
The English countryside is now bright with blossom: in the trees, in the hedgerows and underfoot; walking across the park you have to take care not to tread on violets, primroses and celandines.
Continue reading “spring snowfall”
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