landscape writing

  • Nature Notes

    A Tree Fell in the Forest. I was in the stable when the force of our second named storm, Barney, impacted. The lights in the houses across the field flickered and there was a wrenching shriek of tearing, rendered wood, a dull thump and a thrashing like waves crashing on a shingle beach. The hairs […]

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  • Nature Notes

    Margherita Pizzas and the Six Hundredth. I am compelled to come here each autumn. I never know quite when, only that it is misty and the woodpigeons are chorusing and the jays are screeching. For the rest of the year, I tend to avoid this particular footpath and its permanent, orange, sucking clay. It is mud […]

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