There is now no denying, my waking days begin in darkness. I am up before the sun. And by mid-afternoon the curtains must be closed against the encroaching evening chill.…
Category: Landscape
High above the town of Todmorden a surprisingly large cemetery sprawls across a windswept hillside. While most of the inhabitants of Cross Stone Cemetery are unable to appreciate the view,…
There is something very charming about a clapper bridge. At its simplest, a large stone propped across a stream from bank to bank. They are somewhat rough and ready, but…
My mornings begin early. We have settled back into our familiar school and workday rhythm after a somewhat idle summer. The world is still grey when I draw back the…
There is a certain stand of trees at Avebury I’ve long wanted to see. Four large beech trees with the most magnificent roots which snake down the embankment like a…
The summer has passed in the blink of an eye, as summers are wont to do. It was neither a spectacular, hazy hot summer nor completely wet and windy. By some…