As the year ends, the light fades and the cold of winter deepens, but for a moment a beautiful song of hope is filling the air as it did for Thomas Hardy. Continue reading “My Darkling Thrush”
Passing over Salisbury Plain we travel through a world of pre-history and mystery. Everywhere, the unmistakable bare bones of ancient Britain can be clearly seen. Continue reading “Stonehenge, Sarum and that Spire”
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”
A peaceful, calming, stress free day spent beside one of England’s beautiful chalk rivers. What better place to be on a hot summer’s day.
Hill forts, Neolithic flint mines, a rusty old WW2 tank and some rare Saxon churches. These are some of the many layers of history across these glorious South Downs. Continue reading “These Glorious South Downs”