Sunday 2 November 2014
Rememeber, Remember...
Warm balmy days disguise the fact that we are just beginning the eleventh month, a time of bonfires, fireworks and toffee apples.
Early morning walks, through a confetti of leaves, are a sheer delight. Branches shed their caramel clothes to reveal stunning branch etchings on the skyline. The strength and gravitas of our trees never fails to stop me in my tracks, as I ponder the the many insights that their humble status allows them the privilege of sharing ...
Wednesday 15 October 2014
Bay Watch
'Well, this is me at the beach-hut. Sure is a great vantage point for checking out the action on the beach…'
'And me, well I was just born to surf. Don't you just love the way sea water tousles my coat!'
'Sunday was high drama at the beach, I actually hit the headlines when I became separated from my pack… Can you believe that Beach-Banter's SOS described me as a Husky - Sacre Bleu!
'And me, well I was just born to surf. Don't you just love the way sea water tousles my coat!'
'Sunday was high drama at the beach, I actually hit the headlines when I became separated from my pack… Can you believe that Beach-Banter's SOS described me as a Husky - Sacre Bleu!
Life's a Beach...
Vulcan relaxes in his favourite armchair, aching joints snuggled into his fluffy throw, the end of a busy day playing in the surf. 'Hey Dudes, this surfing is tiring business...'
Flora and fauna that are able to survive the strong Atlantic winds tend to be skeletal, a complete contrast to the rich vegetation of our daily woodland walks. Along the coastline, gorse leaves are reduced to sharp spikes, blades of grass coarse, sinewy, razor sharp. Dry, parched colours and brittle sepals are developed to survive the harsh environment of swirling, salty sea breezes.
Flora and fauna that are able to survive the strong Atlantic winds tend to be skeletal, a complete contrast to the rich vegetation of our daily woodland walks. Along the coastline, gorse leaves are reduced to sharp spikes, blades of grass coarse, sinewy, razor sharp. Dry, parched colours and brittle sepals are developed to survive the harsh environment of swirling, salty sea breezes.
Monday 13 October 2014
Autumn Landscapes
One of the beauties of our English countryside is the clear definition of each season. Okay, time lines may vary a little, but, distinct colour hues characterise each individual season; this is integral to both our heritage and expression. As summer slips over the horizon, the lowering sun casts amber rays across the countryside, a reminder of the crimson hearth to come.
Arrow-heads of Canada geese etched on pewter clouds begin their long migration south to warmer climes, their haunting cries announcing the official end of summer.
Sunday 12 October 2014
Sunset on Summer
White horses roll in on the tide, effervescent against granite rock, providing fun and freedom in the waves. Simple silhouettes speak a thousand words; relaxed, carefree, alive. This magnificent cloud formation is known locally as 'The Angel's Portal', a magical inter-dimentional space where, according to legend, the angels pass…
Saturday 11 October 2014
Passion Flowers
This stunning passionflower, one of many, adorns the crumbling wall on the old Sunday-school room. Sitting, quietly, in the cloistered courtyard, contemplation of the striking purple and cream flower heads inspires a certain awe. That these flowers can ingest warmth from the sun, hydration from the rain and, with limited nutrition in sandy soil, produce this beautiful flower is surely a miracle. One of life's beautiful gifts on a balmy October morning…
Not to be ignored, striking crimson hips add their own flash of passion to the show!
Thursday 9 October 2014
Autumn Blows in...
Sunday 15 June 2014
Sumptuous Summer
Valley Garden Paradise is bursting with life, rose bushes laden with buds are an explosion of colour and scent. Intoxicating and magical, it is a privilege to be custodian of this touch of paradise. Bees dance from petal to petal collecting the flowers' elixir, spoilt for choice and heady with joy as the nectar goes to their heads! Drunken bees often rest a while on the warm flags or hitch a ride on my shoulder…
Time to give thanks that summer is here…
Time to give thanks that summer is here…
David Austin's 'Prince' in all his glory.
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