The crazy man edging between the glass of the patio windows and the large earthenware pots of tulips had a plan… iPhone in one hand, his precarious balance in another,
Tag: nature
Magical mornings…Magical mornings…
*** It was a luminous dawn, the world blanketed in a thick cocoon of frost against the darkness and silence of a newborn morning. The sun rose, pale and gold,
Birds of a FeatherBirds of a Feather
That the birds were there first means little to Ani. It is, as far as she is concerned, her garden and she decides who gets to play in it. Apart
BittersweetBittersweet
The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with
Fear and Love in the High Peak – part oneFear and Love in the High Peak – part one
It’s not the best of photo resolutions, but the above image says it all. Briony saluting the Derbyshire landscape in her own way at the end of three days of
The Cycle of LifeThe Cycle of Life
The approach of the autumn always makes me reflect on the nature of life; in particular the way the mysterious essence of life takes form and shape, ‘living’ for a
Lord of the Deep. Trees and Plants. ~ Willow WillersLord of the Deep. Trees and Plants. ~ Willow Willers
Reblogged from Willow, who continues to share her experiences at the Lord of the Deep weekend: After the second Drama on the Saturday morning of the Silent Eye Workshop we
Watching the flowers grow…Watching the flowers grow…
I was convinced it was Sunday. The roads were quieter than usual on my way to work and that is a sure sign that it is a Sunday. Not because
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valleyThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valley
Tiny roads, miles from nowhere and barely wide enough for a car, wound between hills and hedgerows before finally opening out into the valley. And there, we became a traffic
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sunThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sun
We were up and away early again, this time well supplied with munchables on which to break our fast. We may have missed the dawn, but we still caught the
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stonesThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stones
We had no idea where we would be taken for the final visit of the day. We suspected an ancient site as the area is just strewn with them. A
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: BeachedThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Beached
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: HarlechThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Harlech
Leaving Portmeirion and its mysteries behind, we drove across the estuary to Harlech in search of lunch. Stuart and I had parked beneath the Norman castle that morning when we
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Contrasts and small thingsThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Contrasts and small things
The heat was both welcome and unexpected. Britain in summer offers no guarantees, but on this, the Silent Eye’s third foray into Wales, we had once again been blessed with
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Rabbit-hole or Looking-glass?The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Rabbit-hole or Looking-glass?
We were way too early at Portmeirion. Our companions were not due until ten, the gates did not open until half past nine, but we wandered over anyway about twenty
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: In search of breakfastThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: In search of breakfast
We were surprised to find that breakfast would not be forthcoming. While we could, undoubtedly, have booked it separately, it was almost a matter of principle not to do so.
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Under hill… and under constructionThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Under hill… and under construction
The road through Snowdonia was spectacular…at least, once we had left behind the rush hour traffic on the main coast road that delayed us. Realising we might miss the pre-evening