Journey of Words

Tag: Nature

  • Day 53

    Great Eye, a lump of clay and sand, is dissolving a little more with each storm tide. It used to be further inland, less exposed to the direct action of sea. For a while it was the site of a folly building, which then became a coast guard rocket house, before the foundations and brickwork →

  • Day 50

    I had a long list of things to write about today, but in the end one magical moment grabbed my attention; the hares above Kelling Hard. Native to Britain, they remain a sight for sore eyes in much of the island, but in this area they are seen in nearly every field, in the pastures, →

  • Silence

    Hysterical times Switch right off, take hold of Time Listen to the Earth . CLP 26/04/2020 →

  • Day 45

    In a game of peek-a-boo, the Sun intermittently skips through the day behind cloud banks. By evening, the sky is clear and the garden is flooded with gold. The recent rain has done its work and the grasses, trees, flowers, herbs have all drawn strength from the dampened soil. Their increase in turgor pressure irons →

  • On Time

    Love those age-scored lines History in the making A life being lived . CLP 01/05/2020 →

  • On the Marsh

    Lapwings squeal at crows Stealing eggs from open nests Fear-filled commotion . n.b. Dreadful scenes of larceny and conflict marking daybreak on 1st May. . CLP 1st May 2020 →

  • Day 42

    The road is just visible ahead. There is light in the sky topping off the highest clouds. The air is damp. There are puddles. There are no street lights here. It is dark enough for the birds to have stopped flying and to have ceased singing.  The main sounds are a few spots of rain on →

  • Kindergarten

    Three greylags shepherd Fluffy goslings stumbling moves Away from stranger . n.b. Counting goslings on the go is a tricky business. Like an enthusiastic child learning numbers, I see first nine, then seven, then eight during different attempts to quantify the bumbling brood. The three adult geese work together to direct operations. One to each →

  • Crossing Over

    Thirty two days now I’ve been out walking What have I found and what have I seen? A spotted catfish curled up on the shore A hedgehog sent to sleep in the road A wide-eyed bird lying on the verge, so small I hid it in my hand A piece of fibre-glass hull, jetsam from →

  • Day 29

    More sunshine. These days are brightly lit, but carry a chill that reaches deep to the bones. The first swallow has arrived here and waits patiently on a telephone wire strung high above the street. It calls out to attract its followers to join the line-up. How many will battle successfully through the northerly winds? →