Hurry on Sundown
Harsh late-day light lit the landscape, deepening the shadows and burning the sands. Creeping ever …
A Foxglove Spell
Filigreed by fern, boundaried by birch and wondered upon by willow, your gloves reach out …
Ablaze with cotton grass
Casting my gaze over the distant desolate moors of Noon Hill and Winter Hill, some …
Rivington Roe – the story begins
I’m looking right into his eyes as he tastes the fresh new blackberry leaf buds …
Mere Sands Wood Meditation
It’s a wet and quiet day here.I’m sat in a hide overlooking the mere, watching …
Wistman’s Wood
I’ve waited many years to step foot in the hallowed, haunted natural cathedral that is …
