Combe Valley

February’s Still, Silent Fog

An old oak sitting in floodwater and surrounded by fog in Combe Valley Country Park

The Spring equinox, when day and night are of equal length and the season of rebirth and renewal officially begins, always brings a sense of relief to me, with yesterday’s warm temperatures a far cry from the seemingly never-ending cold,…

Combe Valley – A Year in the Life of a Tree

Two oak trees and two hawthorns on the edge of a foggy valley in late January

“We create wonderful places by giving them our attention, not by finding ‘pristine’ places that will bring wonder to us.” David George Haskell, writer and biologist It’s early February, the festival of Imbolc has come around once more and it’s…

End of Year Reflections

Oh my goodness, where has this year gone?! We’ve reached the next turn on the Wheel of the Year, as we enter the season of Yule and the Winter Solstice here in the Northern Hemisphere. Yule, the Sun’s birthday and…

Into the Woods I Go

Dying oak tree covered in ivy with leafless limbs

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” ~ Unknown I was thinking about what woodland means to me when this quote came to mind in the middle of a photo-walk, just as I…

A late winter walk in Combe Valley

Watermill Stream, Combe Valley on misty winters morning

Living on the edge of a coastal town, you’d think that my focus would be the sea and, for a while after I moved here nearly twenty years ago, it was. However, always simmering below the surface was a longing…