slowworm

  • Nature Notes

    Cherry Dew. The scent of cherry laurel in the keepered woods is a sensory mnemonic: it triggers a search. The bluebells are emerging where the canopy is native and open and, near the badger sett, I go looking for toothwort and find it. A ghostly wildflower that lacks chlorophyll and springs from tree roots, it […]

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  • Nature Notes

    The Sexton and the New Wild Rose. And then there was one; or at least, just the two of us: my youngest daughter and I cycling to primary school. She had not wanted to learn to ride a bike before now, but perhaps uneclipsed from the shadow of her (now secondary school) big brother and […]

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