Another hornbeam has dropped on the way to church*. This time across the path. Its twisted limbs engulf me as I pick my way through. I can see how the pathway and landscape is changing. Even the massive slip from two or three years ago has started to divert the course of the river, only [...]
This an opportunity to thank you - Lorna and Rachel - for all the guidance you have given me and the fun we have had producing my first book. Not only have you helped me realise my aim of creating this dedication to my late wife Jan, our forty years together, our love and loss..........but [...]
When John Moat was 24 he found and bought the secluded mill-house where he lived and worked until his recent death shortly after his 78th birthday. Sheltered beneath a wooded cliff in a village on the Hartland coast of Devon, the setting matched the temperament of a companionable man loath to draw public attention to [...]
We are still recovering from the glut of parasol mushrooms. Before becoming too overwhelmed, We had to down tools and spend a whole day in the kitchen dealing with them all!