Spring

  • In Search of Silver

    This walk takes place in mid-March, starting in Druidale, in the central hills of the Isle of Man. As Spring awakes, something too awakes in me. A fresh breeze stirs in my chest, and I feel the need to get out there, into nature. As much, in fact, as is humanly possible.

  • Red Campion at my allotment

    Red Campion at my allotment

    I returned to my allotment for the first time in a little while. Things have been busy, and so, it would seem, have the wildflowers.

  • Walking thoughts: Of scent and sap.

    Walking thoughts: Of scent and sap.

    I came upon this little patch of wilderness on my travels yesterday and was transfixed by the complexity of every level of life. In the distance, the fields and scrubland teemed with insects, wildflowers and birdsong. The air shimmered with the mid-afternoon heat.

  • Crunching gravel underfoot

    Crunching gravel underfoot

    Here’s a photo I took yesterday, enjoying a gorgeous mid-May walk…

  • Broom flower in the rain, waiting patiently for a bee

    Broom flower in the rain, waiting patiently for a bee

    This image was taken as I walked along the river path, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops all about me, drumming every leaf

  • Resplendent Gorse Flowers

    Resplendent Gorse Flowers

    Read or listen to today’s meditation. There’s coconut in the air. Yet softer, sweeter somehow. As you crunch the gravel beneath your feet you recognise the unmistakable fragrance of gorse flowers. It is the beginning of spring.