... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
3BT … this week, though not all in one day
A green woodpecker with a red flash flies out of an oak wood across the country road on that low dipping flight
that might take him up and down a series of invisible waves … and quickly disappears
across a wide meadow towards another wood, swooping between two placid horses,
one black, one white.
Whist
stopping to admire an autumn flowering magnolia at Ockenden Manor, I marvel at the huge creamy petals and then tilt my
head further back to watch a buzzard drawing first one small figure of eight in
a deep blue sky, and then another, and then another. His wings hardly move, but each time I think I
see him curl the most extreme feather tips of one wing, and then the other.
At the
perimeter of Gatwick Airport, whilst the never ending procession of heavy jets
carve their noisy paths along the runway, only fifty yards away from them, a
kestrel dances on air before making a long low swoop in to the rough grass.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
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