Passing over Salisbury Plain we travel through a world of pre-history and mystery. Everywhere, the unmistakable bare bones of ancient Britain can be clearly seen. Continue reading “Stonehenge, Sarum and that Spire”
An angry sky and strengthening autumn winds indicate that rough weather is approaching. Time to batten down the hatches. Yet gales can bring unexpected benefits.
The Romans were here, we have an Anglo-Saxon English village name, a Norman Church and we are still a thriving community. What would Gilbert White have written about us, I wonder. Continue reading “November in an English Village”
What makes a school bus driver raise £25,000 to send a book to 2,681 schools in Scotland? Answer – an enchanting book of nature poems and illustrations for children that everyone is talking about. Continue reading “The Lost Words”
As Autumn arrives on our local Arun river the wind whispering in the riverside grasses is telling a story. Ratty from ‘Wind in the Willows’ is hearing it too. Continue reading “Autumn Arrives on the Arun”
Flowers have always brought joy to the human heart. They speak wordless volumes of cheer, peace and warm feelings. To sit in the late summer garden surrounded by them, as I do now, is a foretaste of heaven. Continue reading “The Late Summer Garden”
This photo ‘Balloon and Brunel’ reminds me of my years spent living in Bristol. You can’t escape the influence of Brunel in this world famous city’s landscape.