1. Joining the line of workers hurrying into town.
2. Being given tasks to do and getting feedback on how I'm doing -- rather than having to find my own work, and never quite knowing if I'm doing well or not.
3. The sort of rain that is not quite hard enough to soak my coat, but is wet enough to put a shine on the pavements and to make everyone scuttle around under umbrellas and hoods.
Slow worm, peacock butterfly and striations.
1. A slow worm backs into his burrow, his mild resentful gaze holding ours. 2. Peacock butterfly -- Persian rug colours -- rests open in the...
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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. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...