«Всё уж готово, час ожидания наступает,» as Figaro reflects in the Russian translation I had to get my head around: “Everything’s ready, the hour of expectancy steps on,” which I’ve always thought is a wonderful… The Hour of Expectancy

I’ve been having the jitters these last week couple of weeks. ‘It’s too far’; ‘I’m insufficiently prepared’; and most perplexingly, ‘What am I going to do when I run out of food?’ However, if I’m… Goblin Mischief

When I was a small child, I used to derive distinct pleasure by doing the various ‘puzzles’ with which publishers of children’s comics used to fill out the pages of their publications. Among these was… An Absorbing Pastime

One thing I shared with my mother is an affinity with woodland and its flowers. Mum would come alive beneath a canopy of beech or oak leaves; she was a sort of elven creature who… The wealth and Feast of Spring

How wonderful when things work out just right. I was lucky enough to be able to spend a couple of days at Lulworth Cove last week. The weather was unspeakably good; it was absurdly good;… Sunshine in Dorset

Wood Anemones Still Fabulous The anemones (see my post two weeks ago) are still sublime, and have become a sea of white in the spring sunshine. But the bluebells are on their way. Ineptitude The… More Anemones and an Awkward Tent

If anyone actually read my post last week, they would have seen that I rashly wished that I had started my walk on 9th March going south to north. As I turned my head from… No Regrets

For anyone unfamiliar with Guestling Woods (see this Google map), as well as being a stunning bluebell woods (for which it is locally famous) it is, more unusually, breath-taking three weeks earlier in the year… Wood Anemones