What I saw sitting on my favourite rock.
Writing tagged: ‘nature waiting’
Sitting on a rock with a brew, gazing out to sea
There are important elements of writing that feel like skiving.
10 April 2021
A spot of nature waiting.
2 September 2019
Chilling out, until a peregrine kicks up a commotion.
10 April 2019
In search of bearded tits.
Where has all the heather gone?
The Moor is looking decidedly lacklustre this August.
The Rough Patch
On the advantages of being a crap gardener.
An irrelevance in the landscape
On the realisation that the natural world gets on perfectly well without us.
Dipper waiting
With half an hour to kill in Hebden Bridge, I head over to the river to see if there are any dippers around.