Blog, Outdoors, Words

Last breaths of summer

It’s warm today, but not the searing heat of weeks past. Muted, warmth in the breeze, echoing the gentleness that hangs in the air. Plants still flower but without the vigour and brightness of high summer. Smaller flowers, duller tones. Leaves begin to droop, ever so slightly, as they cling to the parting waves, echoes… Read More Last breaths of summer

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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 noon. The trees… Read More Taking Root

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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 still daylight.… Read More Summer evening