I had to drop a birthday card off in Wareham, so took a wander round the streets to enjoy the Christmas lights. Wareham is surprisingly sinister by night for a small market town...


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5am in the forest. The full moon - a glimpse of a pale disc in a river of black cloud, soon lost, and afterwards, I must make do only with torchlight and the white puffballs beneath the pines ( Read more... )

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5am. Met two foxes at the edge of the village. Not this year's cubs, none of which survived the main road, but maybe last year's, returning to the woods after paying a visit to the garden of the Person who Feeds Foxes ( Read more... )