The Mystical Oaks

The sun is just lifting free of the horizon. I move towards the light…

The Gift of Frost

It is at the interface between living thing and the outside world where the magic happens.

Interlaced

The veins of leaves and the networks of bare branches remind us of our own connection with the Universe. We are all interlaced. We are all important.

Twinkle Twinkle

We tend to focus on colour in autumn, but it is also a change in form that I notice. Leaves thin out, filtering sunlight. Each leaf is holding on by a thread. They spin on their stalks, catching the light. It is like the garden is strung with fairy lights.

Making the most of the morning commute

I get to drive all over Kent for my job.  Given that much of Kent is pretty stunning, this is no bad thing.  There are sweeping views over fields and chalk downs, winding worm-holes through woodland, coastal roads looking out over the sea, and misty, magical marshes, which used to be under the sea. The other…