in the sunny clearings in the wood the beautiful and subtle tones of bitter vetch stand out like beacons, the cowwheat is already out. Let's hope the heath fritillary returns
Sunday, April 29, 2007
flowers in paradise
in the sunny clearings in the wood the beautiful and subtle tones of bitter vetch stand out like beacons, the cowwheat is already out. Let's hope the heath fritillary returns
mother's little helper
trout rising
Friday, April 27, 2007
lutea
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
mistle fledglings
rock rose
Old Mill by the stream
I met Freddy Fisher, our local post man, in the woods today with his springer spaniels. He told me a lot about the land between Old Mill and Luckett; after the first world war the land was used to provide gardens and allotments for unemployed local men. This explains why there are so many unusual plants in this area. Freddy is a mine of information which should be taken down and recorded for posterity.
brimstones bluebells and campion
Friday, April 20, 2007
ducks in a row
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
flocking sight
orange tip feeding
Monday, April 16, 2007
more than one
thrush party
Saturday, April 14, 2007
more tales of the river bank

although this scene looks tranquil the water is foul; it is full of nitrites, nitrates and slurry and anything else the modern agribusiness can flush down the river. The detergents make the water foam up, and it is full of algae. When you look around the only crop anyone cares about is cash, and soon the world will be covered in cash and everything else will be dead. This isn't husbandry, it's murder.





































