Happy New Year, everyone. Wonderful winter posts worth checking out from Box Elder and Elspeth Thompson
1. Silence in the woods. Even our breathing seems intrusive. Then, a woodpecker hammers and a flock of geese across the valley calls.
2. Wandering mapless and watchless, we lose ourselves in the woods. We taste paths, hit roads and retrace our steps.
3. Sitting stout fishcakes on a bed of wilted leeks with ginger.
Friendly, strayed and cedar.
1. In the small hours, when I can't get back to sleep, there's a friendly, familiar Terry Pratchett book waiting on my phone. 2. We ...
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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. 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...
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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...