So much rain in the last few days. Whatever happened to that spell of good weather we always get when the kids go back to school ( Read more... )

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Just before sunrise, two hobbies making a high-speed pass over the forest, above the treetops. A parent and a youngster maybe, from their noisy contact calls?

Morning walks through the forest are autumnal. The heather and dwarf gorse still in flower, but there's a chill in the air, a thin layer of mist hanging over the marshes. And a silence. The birds have raised their broods and are no longer singing.

The sun rises and the spiderwebs catch the light.

My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled ( Read more... )

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6am in the forest. Mars low in the west, an orange spark among the black pine branches. Two days of rain and southwesterly winds have washed away all the ice and snow, washed clear the sky: so clear the faint stars that make up the head of Hydra are visible ( Read more... )