Another leg of the High Weald Landscape Trail -- Tenterden to Rye.
1. A perfect wood -- hazel trees with fortnight-old leaves, a stream, wild garlic and bluebells.
2. Lambs jumping so that their back legs are thrown out sideways, and calves running with their tails in the air.
3. A view across the marshes: The town of Rye piled up on its hill, with Dungeness powerstation over its shoulder.
Blue glass, hot pink and bergamot.
1. Our taxi driver has a string of blue glass beads hanging by his window. He speaks proudly about his two boys -- one at school with my son...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...