The Colours of Autumn
October 11, 2026
Autumn in the woods is a slow fire. The birches turn first, pale gold, then the maples go red and orange, and finally the oaks settle into a deep bronze that lasts well into November.
Hiking the Ridge Trail
June 7, 2026
The ridge trail climbs steadily through beech woods for the first hour, then opens out onto grassland with views across three valleys.
A Morning of Birdsong
April 19, 2026
I set an alarm for five and walked to the river path before sunrise. The dawn chorus starts in the dark: first a robin, then a blackbird, then dozens of voices I could not name at all.
First Signs of Spring
March 2, 2026
Spring never arrives all at once. It slips in through small details: the willow catkins turning silver, a slightly warmer edge to the wind, the first coltsfoot opening on a sunny bank.
The Old Oak in Winter
January 14, 2026
There is an oak at the edge of the meadow that must be close to two hundred years old. In summer it disappears into the general green, but in winter it stands alone, every branch drawn in dark ink against a pale sky.