Hello December, well you certainly haven't let us down! The first meteriological day of Winter and here you are with a sky full of stars....

"No I'm not getting old I begin to live who I really am" By Bianka luz The Autumn rains persist, we await golden colours that have not...

October leaves with howls and growls, She rattles the Holly, she bows the Birch And chills the walls of the old shepherd's church. The...

The Bindweed has climbed, twisting high, higher, seeking, clinging, trumpeting its presence amongst the heights of hemp agrimony, flowers...

Just as spring smudged into summer, her edges blurring, colours blending, then defining, into something new, sharper, brighter in hue, in...

Remember the meadows of summers long ago, At harvest time where grasses grew in golden hue, Where poppy's scarlet silken petals spread,...

Last evening upon a Sussex Hill, where ancient folk of old made camp, the chalk still damp from early rain, the horizon soft with cloud,...

Here we are, into the sixth month of the year, half-way through another year, mid-June and the Summer Solstice. The weather is fine, the...

Sometimes there is a place which we pass by frequently and take little notice, we see it so often that it just becomes, quite literally,...

The simplest things can catch your attention whilst you are doing some kind of daily chore or task and you find yourself caught up in a...

History - social history, fascinating, it is everywhere you look. We both have a passion for history, whether it is researching family...

After the seeming endless bleakness of January when signs of spring are confined to the paleness of snowdrop buds and tightly held hazel...

And loudly does the song thrush sing of happy new years to come, before the mistle thrush atop the lime tree, rattles in the next...

We are a couple of two halves, the Artist and the Druid - one with deep Cornish heritage just a generation or so back, before World War I...

Of all the ancient, ‘old ways’ traditions and celebrations that mark the seasons of the year January brings the first, that of Wassail...

January - A time for pondering, pottering, and wondering, remembering, planning. These first few days of the year have been persistently...

I found a pack of postcards, their surface pristine, white like fresh early dawn snow, my fingers twitched, my nose itched, the...

The darkness is coming thick and fast, it seems relentless, never ending, like that certain fizzy drink advert of the Santa train on the...

Winter festivities, Solstice, and Christmas time - it all approaches so fast once December is upon us, folk become busy and animated with...

With 40 years of official togetherness that this mid-December brings, we have been looking back at things we have done and places we have...