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A Dispatch from the Depths
Or a wallow in the mire… Look away now if misery memoirs aren’t your thing… (Normal service will be resumed…)
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Weeding and Wondering
This piece provides a contrast to an article I was invited to write for MONO literary journal on how walking informs my nature writing (Words Made by Walking, https://www.monofiction.org/post/words-made-by-walking-an-article-by-debra-williams), as I am ‘fixed’ in one place – although still thinking! … Continue reading
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Winter on the Allotment
A (rather large) snapshot of life on the allotment over winter.
November on the Allotment
November was a mild month – too mild. Flies and other insects were still on the wing, the weeds were still growing, and the grass even had to be strimmed. But there were also some wonderful wildlife encounters, and that’s … Continue reading
Autumn on the Allotment, Part 2
Two mornings later, as fog creeps across the river and envelops the plot, the boldest robin decides to try and compete with the fox for ‘nature-based encounter of the week’.
Autumn on the Allotment, Part 1
It’s mayhem in robin land: there are at least three individuals competing for the suet every time they see me; one even flies onto the shed door if the food isn’t served within a minute of me arriving. This bird … Continue reading
Excitement on the Allotment and then Back to the Prom
It’s a few days later and I’m back on the plot, with another walk along the Prom beckoning. The robin has been for its suet treat, four noisy parakeets have flown over, and I have found three small, brown pellets … Continue reading
June Tunes on the Plot
It’s noisy on the allotment: there’s a charm of goldfinch tinkling away, some from my plot and some from next door’s. I’m having a siesta at the back of the plot, and I’m surrounded by liquid runs of notes; the … Continue reading