Originally posted on Out of a living silence:
“The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet–” ― Kobayashi Issa When I lived in Hiroshima from the autumn of 1977 until the spring of 1979, I…
This morning, the Egton Bridge (though we meet at Lealholm) Writer’s Group enjoyed my bit about hens: Secrets of a Casual Poultry Breeder. Part1. Not all hens are daft. My first birds were a quartet of pedigree Marans; forty years … Continue reading
Things to do in the Ice Age:
Someone, long-gone, used Granny’s bed to mend a gap by the track to Sleights Moor.Pines above Rosedale. Nobody came back for the old plough. England’s highest pub.
Soon the garden will be like this once more. The blackbird will see off the cuckoo. The track to the moor will be dry. And there will be fawns to meet.
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Amost empty at Beck Hole Codgers at Egton Show The goosegog show Clutter at the hardware shop
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Originally posted on From Hill to Sea:
It is a place within easy walking distance from the front door and yet it is unlikely that anyone would stumble across it. It is not on any well-trodden path. However, nor could it be described as a remote…
They are a challenge, but I keep trying. Here are some new attempts: Our Acer is in fresh, soft leaf; it yields a fine stencil. Note how the ivory unleaded enamel turns green over fire scale and shrinks away from … Continue reading
Gained some interesting aches this morning — been out with conservation volunteers to Yatts Farm near Pickering. The sensation of doing a bit of good and spending time with people of like mind, lifts the spirits. We cleared gorse (locally: … Continue reading