On Easter Saturday, we took a walk in glorious sunshine down to The Obelisk. We were pup-sitting and so, as well as Scapa, we also had a nine-month spaniel puppy running around in a state of perpetual madness. The aim of the walk was primarily to wear out the two four-legged ones so the rest…
Category: #TheMistySolitudes
Away from the Wind, the World
There is a point in early spring when it feels like the woods are making space. In only a week, even the crisp bracken – rampant and unrelenting only days ago – has shrunk back, reluctantly. Everything feels clearer. It helps that the early spring breeze still carries a slight chill. You can’t help but…
The Colour of Spring
It is spring and the woods are rustling into life again. While it is undoubtedly true that there is much going on, they’re not quite yet displaying that pace of progress where one feels like they are going to imminently transform the moment my back is turned. Hence, rustling: they are quietly whispering their way…
In Praise of Puddles
There are certain points on our walks through the woods when Scapa takes off all of a sudden. Though, infrequently, this is the result of having caught the scent of a deer or a rabbit (or something else), more often than not she is heading to one of her wallowing-hole spots where she will rest…
Mushrooms and Ignorance
I have convinced myself that, this year, not only do there seem to be more mushrooms, but there is more evidence of their decay. There seems to be so many more, left in situ, rotting away where they grew this year.
An Introduction to #TheMistySolitudes
I need to start somewhere and, as this strange year is forcing many things to do, everything slipped into place in my mind about three months ago, mid-lockdown. We are fortunate in having The Woods straight out of our backdoor, more or less. A hop, skip, jump: and there they are.