Birdsong…

Despite living in a built-up are, a matter of convenience over personal choice, I am fortunate to be able to hear the birds. When my neighbors are not shouting at each other... I would love to be able to understand what the song means. I am also amazed by the power and carrying nature of … Continue reading Birdsong…

Smallworlditis…

This lockdown has had very odd effects for me. Since I was in a crash on the motorway just before lockdown I don't have a car. Where I live public transport is rubbish so working from home is good. It has also meant that I walk everywhere. My world has telescoped to a radius of … Continue reading Smallworlditis…

Shouting…

Some people converse. Some people talk. Some people communicate. My neighbours shout. They only seem able to interact at maximum volume, ideally with cussing in between, punctuated by slammed doors. This is not restful. It also seems to fail to get their respective messages across! Even when not actually aggressive to each other the effect … Continue reading Shouting…

Lockdown Nothings…

Well we are now in week whatever (don't they all feel the same) of coronavirus lock down. I have avoided writing about this before as there have been very few solid facts. There still aren't in the medical sense. I did not want to jump on the comment band wagon about Wuhan virus, in part … Continue reading Lockdown Nothings…

Shameful Neglect…and a FREEBIE!!!

Photo by Alexandr Nikulin from Pexels It has been a while since I wrote a proper blog post and I can only plead a whole heap of circumstances. Busy is one thing, but exhausted and clobbered by events was quite another. I normally write regularly so I have a stash of posts ready to go to cover me … Continue reading Shameful Neglect…and a FREEBIE!!!

Yet Another Poetry Nibble…

Another mindful walk through woodland in Spring...

A Little More Poetry…

Trying to capture that moment of when the wind riles the trees in empty woodland and you are alone with the creatures and the spirits of the place. Where I used to live, when the working world got a bit too much I used to take a day off and head out into the woods … Continue reading A Little More Poetry…

Castles – The Motte & Bailey

Castles. Camelot. Soaring stone towers. Damsels in distress. Jousting. Or if you are a gloomy soul; prisons, torture chambers, oppressive hulking grey monsters on the skyline. Well, both have elements of truth but most castles were much more humble. In England the vast majority of castles were in fact, for the longest time, wood. Simple … Continue reading Castles – The Motte & Bailey