And when the never ending monotony of grey and wet and generally miserable days drains your mood and slowly, insipidly, chips away at your mental health.
All tagged trees
Devoid Of Poetry
Where are the words, where are they, when you feel your heart swelling, reacting, in ways that just need to be shared?
Sounding Ridiculously Lame And Pathetic
You know how it is, when you wake up and nervously pull back the curtains, knowing that you have something rather special arranged for today and that you really, really want the weather to be kind to you?
When Words Don't Really Help
Sometimes words don’t do a photograph justice.
A Moment Of Peace In A Rapidly Deteriorating World
During turbulent times we all need an opportunity to reach out and find our moment of peace.
Perhaps The World Has Lost Its Colour
We have been seeing things in black and white, lately, I have noticed
To Stay At Home Or To Go Out
We are said to be the most social of animals, yet we must now find a way to avoid being true to our nature.
Absolute Certainty That Things Are Not Right
Fighting the demons in the hours of silence. Where exaggerated anxieties invade and conquer and fear is the unwelcome norm. And everyone else sleeps the sleep of the healthy.
Hanging On, Whilst Desperate To Let Go
Just a young girl, hanging on, whilst desperate to let go. Hanging on, in touching distance of traffic and people, rushing, rushing, always rushing. With busy lives, places to be, money to make and dinners to cook.
The Present Is All We Ever Really Have
A place that had once been busy and vital but now mostly forgotten by those that have moved on and a generation that knows no different.
Sometimes, I Feel Like The Tree Is Me
Sometimes, I feel like the tree is me, proudly casting a normal shadow.
But Whatever You Can Find, Take It
And at times like this, I am grateful. Grateful that my place of work is located out in the countryside. And blessed that I am able to find birdsong, beauty and solitude on a deserted riverbank or a silent churchyard within minutes.
In Our Heads We Are Timeless
I walked this morning. For miles and hours. Along lanes, tracks and footpaths. Across fields and through woods. I saw the sun rise and gazed as the blue sky appeared over hedgerows and stone walls. I startled horses from their solitary feeding in fields of dew-wet grass and caused cows to stop and stare mid-chew as I watched them over the gate.
Are You Even British If You Haven't Mentioned The Weather?
However, at the risk of flippantly disregarding something of major significance to the future of the world, we have had over a week of beautiful and warm weather here in the South East and I wanted to recognise that fact.
Petrichor
A shaft of light breaks through the canopy and shines like a spotlight on ground-cover plants that will soon be gone, their last hurrah before hibernations embrace.
Moments of Beauty - Number One of an Occasional Series
We sat under the trees after hours on our feet, tired, thirsty and just a little irritable, as naïve tourists have a habit of being in warm countries.
Faster Than I Want To Move
It feels like the others are just that little bit further ahead of me these days, or at least, that's how it seems when I decide to take notice.
We Used To Believe In Rain
We have had no rain here for seven or eight weeks. Probably longer. It's almost impossible to remember the last time it rained.
All Very Malasana
Madrid. A city of sunshine and colour. Of art and culture. Of people and cars and noise and life.
The Dark Part Of Twilight
The dark part of twilight. It's a beautiful way to describe it. That brief moment in the city when the street lights come on yet, when you look up, the sky seems suddenly to have come alive.