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A Year Walking Slowly

In autumn last year, I decided to stop paying lip service to nature. Modern life grabs our cheeks and forces our sight to other, shiny, things. Loud adverts, products. More money to keep our bigger houses. More things to fill our lives with a meaning created by somebody else. My whole journey with minimalism started… Read More A Year Walking Slowly

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Above

Humans are a rum old species. In the last few hundred years we seem to have entirely removed ourselves from the natural world in the name of progress – this progress, being, of course, entirely defined in human terms. Anything seen only through our eyes is debatable at best. How can we know true nature… Read More Above

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All good things

  All good things.  My house, my heart. Stone, wildlife, fields, nature, peace. Open skies and long views. Foxes. Deer. Birdsong. A place I felt safe. A place we made our own, and lived with nature and hoped and dreamed. But no more. Last week a building contractor started to build 312 houses on our… Read More All good things

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Taking Root

  Taking Root  I sit in my deckchair on pallets and railway sleepers, and drink in the heady slowness of high summer. The long grass is browning, baking in shimmering heat, the air still and thick. Branches of Silver Birch extend lazily overhead, shading the ground beneath, a welcome refuge from the sun, high at… Read More Taking Root

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Weekend mornings

I love to sit in the quiet of weekend mornings, before the world gets up and about. The sounds around are animal, natural, undisturbed by car engines, by chatter, by power tools and human shouts. The noises that drift down the valley comfort, draw me back to a time before I know, the low moo… Read More Weekend mornings

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20 minutes

I arrived early, hot tyres crunching over gravel, pulling into a deserted car park. I killed the engine, the sudden silence loud in my ears, a warm breeze scented with bracken shyly floating in through the open window. I climb out of the sticky seat, the temperature already rising, this UK summer refusing to back… Read More 20 minutes

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Summer evening

Summer evening It was one of those rare summer evenings in Britain. It’s half past ten at night, and the sky is clear. It’s still light, although the blue is fading, merging slowly into orange, pink and pastel hues hinting over the horizon. One or two stars appear but to all intents and purposes it’s… Read More Summer evening

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First Day

The first warm day of spring, the day after the equinox. From a chilly start, the sun rose higher, pale yellow light strengthening, the birds celebrating in song. For the first time I feel the spirit of the new season awaken and turn my face upwards to welcome this day, these rays. I bring my… Read More First Day

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Clear

I step into the freezing bubble of the porch. Stained glass bright, dry, clear light. Cold keys in old locks.  Feet, wrapped tight in boots,step onto the stone steps and I take my first breaths. It feels like my first breath in a month. Ice chill snakes through my lungs, freezing, invigorating. The skies are… Read More Clear

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Snail

Found this little snail dude heading ‘up’ on the window pane… 🙂 Share: