Inspired by two special writers. Rachael, and Maggie. Wasson? It has been a year since I hammered at the keyboard with a Goldings post in mind. A year during which so much has happened, and yet for which we have little but memories to show. World events are grave. I don’t have words to express […]
The Cornish Wanderer
June. The noctambulist.
Can June be the ultimate month in the wild? Sun follows rain, follows sun, follows rain. On clear days it’s light shortly after 4am. The sun rises around 5.00, and stays high until 10 at night. The sky is still light after 11.00 as the photons bounce off the moon which in turn reflect from […]
May. The deluge after the drought.
Bear becomes dog. Polly was born hairy. We saw her first when she’d reached six weeks old and she already had an impressive coat. A coat of extremely fine hair. When long it’s the softest wool. When shorn she’s cashmere. Unfortunately she doesn’t like having it brushed. In late April when we walked up to […]