Reflections of a Sussex Girl in the Peak District.
Can you hear what I hear? or see what I see? The sounds of a season changing the sights of spring emerging. A rustling deep within the earth as new growth gently begins to form, and dormant life begins to stir. A stretch, a yawn, a sleepy head shaken, a bud, a shoot a flower…
The days are getting lighter and longer, and row upon row of daffodils, like long-legged ladies in bonnets are swaying from side to side in the easterly wind. However, nothing says 'Spring is coming' more to me than the arrival of adorable fluffy white lambs in the fields. I've always got my camera at the…
'What are we human beings without hope'? (The Moon Sister by Lucinda Reilly) I have always loved this poem by Emily Dickinson. I don't know when I first read it but it comes into my mind so often at times of difficulty, and I know it inspired me when writing my own 'hopeful poetry'.…
In years gone by 'Sparrow Pie' was a delicacy known for its aphrodisiac properties.
