Category Archives: This Wild Life

“I bring  you tidings of . . . bits of meat! Eh . . .? Is there something more important? Our relationship with Brian the Buzzard has survived the Christmas period. There were too many strange faces for him then … Continue reading →

Thank you all who have read and commented on my posts this last year. In a few  hours time we will be going through the ritual: games, chat, Jules Holland and Old Lang Syne. Instead of posting a “Best of … Continue reading →

Sun setting over Cilycwm. After my trip to Northern England I couldn’t get much inspiration for writing from the long succession of dull wet days that followed. The mornings are cold and late, the afternoons short and dreary, and ever … Continue reading →

The wet and windy edges of our land are calling me. It’s hostile territory for us but out there on the bleak mudbanks and salt marshes is the best place to be if you are a bird with a long … Continue reading →

November: it’s a month that needs sun. I crave the clear skies, frosty, misty  mornings, and that special low light on the dying leaves. I had been occupying myself with planning an ambitious trip to Scotland but then cancelled my … Continue reading →