One warm sunny evening early last July, the idea of finding a glow-worm came to mind. Realistically it was a long shot. The last time Denise and I had seen a glow-worm had been ten years previously, on a cliff-top near Portscatho, on the Roseland Peninsula in Cornwall. I did…
From the archives: 8 Dec 2013 – In December 2013 a major storm hit the east coast, coinciding with a visit I had planned to RSPB Snettisham. I left the reserve car park in complete darkness, stars bright as diamonds in the ink black skies above me. The road had been closed…
This is a collection of some of the print derived digital images that I have produced this year. All are linocuts that have been cut and hand-printed, then scanned and digitally manipulated to produce the colour images. A more traditional approach would be to add colour through separate printed plates,…
Towards the head of College Valley, skirted by a burn of brown and spuming crystal white water, with the Cheviot massif towering high to it’s east, stands a shepherd’s refuge. Like others dotted across the hill sides and valleys across Northumberland and other wild places, it provides shelter to sheep, shepherd and…
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The European hare (Lepus europaeus), also known as the brown hare, is a species of hare native to Europe and parts of Asia. It is among the largest hare species and is adapted to temperate, open country. Hares are herbivorous and feed mainly on grasses and herbs, supplementing these…
Blue Tit – 6 Great Tit – 1 Wood Pigeon – 75 Goldfinch – 4 Chaffinch – 3 Blackbird – 2 Robin – 1 Greater Spotted Woodpecker – 1 Dunnock – 1 Nuthatch – 1 Magpie – 1 Song Thrush – 1 0900 hours, Saturday 30th January 2016
Our young froglets are starting to grow. I found this one nestled in some flints that surround the pond last evening and was grateful that it posed for some photographs. As ever, it has been fascinating to watch the tadpoles – both frog and toad – develop and finally emerge…
We found this puffball on the verge of the lane running into the village. It was gone the next morning, perhaps harvested for the pan by a passing funghi lover. A few days later and another has appeared in the same spot. Left to its own devices it will eventually…
