The Romans were here, we have an Anglo-Saxon English village name, a Norman Church and we are still a thriving community. What would Gilbert White have written about us, I wonder. Continue reading “November in an English Village”
What makes a school bus driver raise £25,000 to send a book to 2,681 schools in Scotland? Answer – an enchanting book of nature poems and illustrations for children that everyone is talking about. Continue reading “The Lost Words”
As Autumn arrives on our local Arun river the wind whispering in the riverside grasses is telling a story. Ratty from ‘Wind in the Willows’ is hearing it too. Continue reading “Autumn Arrives on the Arun”
Flowers have always brought joy to the human heart. They speak wordless volumes of cheer, peace and warm feelings. To sit in the late summer garden surrounded by them, as I do now, is a foretaste of heaven. Continue reading “The Late Summer Garden”
A Listening Heart 