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.
With half an hour to kill in Hebden Bridge, I head over to the river to see if there are any dippers around.