It has just gone midnight. The air is warm and still and there is the sound of gentle raindrops caressing the ground outside. Male tawny owls are issuing their haunting calls, vying for their territories and distant blackbirds are singing. It is a secret magical time. I feel at peace with the world, it has …
Today is the first day of the year that I have been free to just sit and enjoy my spring garden. Off work, time to think, time to reflect and time to soak up the healing rays of sunshine. Having time is such a precious thing. There is lots more going on than I thought: blue …
I remember him well. A small, neatly dressed, elderly gentleman from Ceylon. His name was Leslie Kodituwakku. He lived next door but one and was very proud of his garden. Coming from a family of gardeners and with great enthusiasm for my new garden, it wasn’t long before a special kind of acquaintance was borne …
Rewilding journeys 