No such thing as bad weather

‘There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes’. A local saying and so true. Just back from a lovely walk across fields along a flat ridge. No view as such but the sun not far from view despite the rain intensifying by the minute. Shrouded whiteLike ships in full sailGalleons adriftTrees movingContinue reading “No such thing as bad weather”

Change within miles

How lucky we are to live between the moors and the sea. Sometimes we feel in a bubble of our own microclimate. A short drive and everything can be different. A strengthening windAnd unsettled sky Grey mist intermittent over the moorA short distance South To where land meets the sea Over the hill The seaContinue reading “Change within miles”

The Ridgeway Road

When I ran along this route the other evening, it’s comparable length and straightness challenged in a different way from the tiny lanes. As ever, I’m lost in thought and invariably think back. This was the evening exploring local history- something I wanted to do with the written notes I have to hand. Local friendsContinue reading “The Ridgeway Road”

Survival of the Fittest

Might just rethink how I feel. The pond is for frogs who eat slugs and snails, and for newts and dragonflies. Then I see a grass snake swim across. I’ve not seen my last goldfish ( one which stayed black and avoided the 40 or so which went to the heron). I guess I knowContinue reading “Survival of the Fittest”