Despite the slight chill in the breeze today, the sun is warm and bright and the sky a deep, unending blue. The sea is flat apart from the rippling patterns made by the wind. It’s a good day for a snorkel. I grab my rucksack and make my way to my favourite cove around the …
The rains are late this year in Greece. Everyone is waiting. The olives need it to plump up ready for the harvest and the rivers want replenishing. Just like elsewhere climatic changes are altering the seasonal shifts; the tick tock of the annual clock. Climatic uncertainty affects our ontological security, that is when things that …
I have found a good spot: a small taverna beside the boatyard, away from the town and near to the old castle walls. Soulful Greek music is playing in the background and there are some sunbeds on which to lounge. A white pathway of sunlight stretches across the water from the tiny wave-breaks on the …
The village of Pythagorio on Samos is my home for the next month. It is named after Pythagoras the mathematician who was born here. I am in Greece volunteering for the Archipelagos Institute of Marine Conservation (www.http://archipelago.gr/en/). It feels good to be back on Greek soil again. Today is Sunday and I have time to …
Today is my first day working with Anastasia Milou at the Archipelagos Institute of Marine Conservation which is an NGO dedicated to the research and preservation of the Eastern Aegean’s biodiversity. (see: http://archipelago.gr/en/). Essentially the institute is a collection of scientists and students who conduct research into several projects; some are ground breaking such as the …
Written on the Scillonian ferry sailing parallel to the coastline I know and love so well…..
The Mouse Hole is a very special place.
Impossible to see from the Cornish fishing village named thereafter.
I am with my Dad.
His steadfast hand guiding me over the rough, barnacled rocks.
Past green pools of tiny treasures:
snakeshead and strawberry anemones,
fine sea ferns that look like pink corals,
and diamonds on the water that glisten in the maritime light.
We are now out of sight beyond the headland
amidst thick smells of the ocean,
the eerie calls of oyster catchers
and the distant chugging of fishing boats.
Finding my feet, I skip and leap; joy with every bound.
Jumping across chasms and castles; flying and free.
Then…as we turn the corner
there it be, a gaping hole for all to see.
The Mouse Hole cave,
once a secret tunnel through the…
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Written on the Scillonian ferry sailing parallel to the coastline I know and love so well..... The Mouse Hole is a very special place. Impossible to see from the Cornish fishing village named thereafter. I am with my Dad. His steadfast hand guiding me over the rough, barnacled rocks. Past green pools of tiny …
A friend once asked me whether I thought trees have agency. Whether they exert a force on our lives? This has left me wondering. Sat beneath a giant beech tree, on the flanks of its incredible trunk, I begin to feel its enormity. I lift my eyes skyward, through the branches and the mosaic of …