Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.

A Drop Spindle: Come Cutters (On climbing a hill fort and encountering swifts, on a windy day in early June) We climbed a hill today in sweet June-lightThat wind thrill, silvered grasses, chalk-bright.Below afield, far and broadTown and city spreads, cathedral hoard,Woollen woods and plastic seas,Skylark peals on quickened breeze.The lark ascending, old soul-kindle,Shelley’s muse, …

A Living History

Weald and Downland Living History Museum, 'Living Histories Event' 4/5th June 2017 It seems somehow ironically appropriate that when blogging about an event celebrating the many eras and layers of our history, that my experiences should be verging on historic themselves. It was Sunday when I visited the Living Histories Event at the Weald and …

#30DaysWild – of rescues, raindrops and rhymes

Days 5 and 6 of #30DaysWild have been a mixed up, muddled up, jumble of moments. Both days have been a cocktail of sun and rain; heavy rain that pelted the skylight in the living-room roof and angered the roadside ditches until they were swollen and swirling, and blinding brilliance of sun magnified through a …