Herefordshire Dawn
Another dawn. Another lane. This time, I am deep in the Herefordshire countryside. The sun is rising over the folds … Continue reading Herefordshire Dawn
Stop Line Green
I stumble on the past this morning, quite by accident, while out walking a field path near Lydiard Millicent. The … Continue reading Stop Line Green
Fishing the Whirly
Deep in the Herefordshire countryside, the River Wye steps down over a shoal of boulders and curls into a deep … Continue reading Fishing the Whirly
The Walls of Ronda
Mid morning on the walls. Swallows flitting and swooping in the hot, torrid, shimmering air, tracing invisible calligraphy across the … Continue reading The Walls of Ronda
A Walk in the Fields
There’s nothing quite like a Wiltshire morning. It is Tuesday, high summer, just after six. I step over a stile … Continue reading A Walk in the Fields
For Whom the Bell Tolls
It is just after five in the morning. The room is cool and silent, cloaked in that dense, velvety darkness … Continue reading For Whom the Bell Tolls
Wool and Wind on The Blorange
Dawn on the hills of South Wales. A cold wind is blowing in from the west. Skylarks sing above the … Continue reading Wool and Wind on The Blorange
Walk a Country Mile.
This is truly my happy place. I am somewhere above Crickhowell in Wales. The narrow country lane meanders between tall … Continue reading Walk a Country Mile.
Borderlands
Northeast of Abergavenny, the A465 climbs steadily through the soft hills of South Wales. It is a road of smooth … Continue reading Borderlands
The Winds of Andalusia
I can hear it moaning around the eaves: a hot wind blowing down from the east as the day heats … Continue reading The Winds of Andalusia
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