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”
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Time to see..
I wake up each year on March 15th with a clear minded sense of relief. After the intensity of the final throes of the fishing season, comes the reality that I can’t go fishing even if I want to (I could, of course, but kid myself that the exile isn’t partly self-imposed). Instead I canContinue reading “Time to see..”
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….”