In praise of mice and men

There are few finer nature poets than Robert Burns (or Rabbie Burns, as we defiantly like to say in Scotland), … Continue reading In praise of mice and men

Blowing hot and cold

The snow has finally arrived to give the land a purifying make-over. Behind the hills, the dawn is a pearly … Continue reading Blowing hot and cold

Mr H and I leave the house and enter a rhythmic world of scraping. It has been pretty cold overnight … Continue reading Now you see it, now you don’t …

There was a rasp, followed by some long, loud hoo-has more suited to the jungle. Is that a woodpecker? I … Continue reading Topsy-turvy world

The sky is bruised and bloody once more. I’m tired. I woke up at 3 am and knew I wasn’t … Continue reading The morning after the night before

I know it’s cold even before I step outside because of the mist hanging over the river. A clash of … Continue reading Existential issues

There had been small clouds of what I presumed were crows rising out of the woods with a cheerful twittering. … Continue reading Flocking together

I wasn’t going to write today. Having, for some unfathomable reason, decided to start a blog about nature in the … Continue reading Missed it!

I open the front door to a low moaning and groaning and the trees quivering in a violent wind. Some … Continue reading Just the two of us

That’s it. The Christmas decorations have been put away. The Boy has had a haircut and so has the hedgerow … Continue reading All good things must come to an end