under the trees

Just after three on a spring Sunday morning I awoke to the chirping of my phone. There are few reasons I set the alarm for anytime before...

It’s finally warm again, like last weekend’s snow never happened. Well, sort of. Driving through the Wye Valley from Bristol I passed the...

I've been living in the UK and Ireland for the past 15 years, and in that time have had only a few brief flirtations with winter. There...

It's likely that this afternoon's flowery find has been in the garden for weeks, but it's been well hidden. The lower paddock is a hilly,...

First there is one crocus, then six, then a hundred and twenty. (Yes, I counted.) The wispy purple shoots provide a focal point on the...

A handful of crocuses have started to bloom, their petals peeling open just enough to reveal the soft amber-yellow middles, covered in...

January’s always a beast of a month, but it never helps when all her nice days are also the same the days you’re working. The last few...