Tucked away in a quiet part of Hampshire, nestling in the narrow lanes beneath the northern slopes of the South Downs, lies a place of pilgrimage for lovers of the natural world. Continue reading “Gilbert White’s Selborne”
Suddenly my attention is caught by this scene outside the window. I stop work and look out in wonder upon this fantastic display. Continue reading “Watching the Clouds”
One of the glories of England’s quiet shires is the patchwork of little country parishes each with its own church and churchyard, many of them national treasures. Come and see ours and find out how mistaken Philip Larkin was!
Continue reading “An English Village Church”
What draws the crowds to the Lake District? If you’ve ever been there you’ll know. But leave the car and the tourists and start climbing into the fells. You’ll soon find yourself alone walking where Wordsworth walked and sharing his thoughts so beautifully expressed in his poetry.
We remind ourselves that Britain is still a maritime nation, a favoured land, ‘This sceptred isle….This precious stone set in the silver sea’.
Like Alice’s Wonderland bottle labelled ‘Drink me’, this inviting style seems to say ‘Step over me and explore’. Beyond, off the beaten track, adventure beckons.
Graceful ancient trees like these are part of our nation and culture. They’re a reminder of that ‘tree-delighted Eden’ (C.S.Lewis’s phrase) that lies in the back of our collective memories. They’re living histories, with a story to tell written into their annual growth rings. Continue reading “Treasure our Trees”