Rancid and prolapsed blackberries hang limp amongst the swathes of wilted nettles. My patch along the old railway line is certainly undergoing a significant change. It’s autumn now, I suppose, and there is...
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Portraits of local ‘patches’ are powerful because they are expressions of personal connections with landscapes. As landscapes change so do our connections with the places and species within them and today the changes...
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The early morning sun shines rays over the top of the fence, illuminating the jumbled mass of green vegetation that is the wildlife patch. No matter how small your garden is, just creating...
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I could never say that I was much of a fan of football. Kicking a “fly-away” as we called them, around the school playground is about the extent of my soccer experience. So...
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Nearly 30 years ago, I moved to a smallholding in West Cornwall. It’s on a very exposed hilltop, with almost constant wind from any direction. At that time the land had been used...
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There really is no place like home. Having arrived back for some much needed TLC following two months surveying in the Highlands, this week I set about reacquainting myself with the local patch. My...
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For some reason I always walk in the same direction around the old railway. From Ruddington, Nottinghamshire, I stride out down my road, past the Victorian terraces adorned with hanging baskets and window...
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