Autumn has drawn to a close, and yet as I write this some of the trees are still wearing their leaves.  On the one hand I have been grateful of the unexpected warmth, but on the other it felt quite bewildering to be hot and bothered whilst working in my November garden.  In Shakespeare’s words ..read more

By the time I near the end of my blustery walk on the Dorset coast, it is an hour or two into the winter darkness. The skies are semi-veiled with cloud and the air is heavy with damp and cold.  Despite a sudden desire to be home in the warm, I find a suitable place ..read more

Wild winds accompany me this morning along the ride.  The air is clear and crisp and the horizons are sharp in the bright autumn sunshine. The height of autumn is now upon us and each passing day sees the trees shed another layer of clothing.  As my feet kick up the carpet of leaves, I ..read more

The sun’s arc is sinking lower, and the days are shortening but nature is still delivering its surprises.  It is now mid-autumn and seasonal gales have cast the remaining leaves to the ground.  Whilst out walking alongside a small woodland, I notice some fine crimson leaves and the familiar pink haze of a spindle tree ..read more