Cuckoo

I miscounted this morning and thought this was our 8th spring in Dorset when it is in fact our 9th, but the difference is slight, and the sentiment all the more significant as a result. I heard a cuckoo – the first I have heard here. It was far-off, and came through the thick ofContinue reading “Cuckoo”

Winter’s coming….

It’s twenty to five and were I fishing then I wouldn’t be able to see my float – even against the western sky. A month until the solstice, and this week’s blow is set to give way to a proper arctic blast this coming weekend. The natural world is responding hard, suggesting that winter isContinue reading “Winter’s coming….”