Since returning from the Yorkshire Dales, I’ve found myself caught up again in the continuing threads of ill health — time almost suspended at moments, the tension of them somehow stretching across th...

This morning, I follow the memory path back to Swaledale.I am powered down physically, but memory seems not to know this. Within it I feel confident in my stride. I step out unhindered, following t…

Noticing Nature.I have noticed less this week.Or perhaps that isn’t quite true.Three journeys to Southampton Hospital, my sight increasingly blurred and uncertain, and much of the week has seemed t…

There are often mornings I wake feeling depleted — sometimes defeated before the day has asked anything of me.However, my expectations of the day rarely tally with this waking tiredness.However cha…

26th JuneThe Gentle HoursThe current heatwave has waved goodbye to the simple joy of stepping out into the meadow before, or after, nine.The sun is simply too fierce.Sunrise and sunset remain the g…