Alverstone is open!

I was so sad when the hide at Alverstone Mead closed. It had become my go-to place for quiet, contemplative time, usually spent with with some of the Island’s tamer red squirrels. It’s taken a while to complete the repairs, but this wonderful spot is now open again. I’m unsure as to whether the name … More Alverstone is open!

Trees & waves

I dream of far flung places; wide sandy beaches, lofty mountain peaks and deep cut fjords. Most of the time though, I’ve got to search out my nature time on a smaller scale, closer to home. The wind is currently from the north, bringing the first real cold of the year. Dusk and dawn walks … More Trees & waves

Exploring the New Forest

For too long, the New Forest has remained a bit of mystery to me. I’ve ridden a few of the country lanes, run around the pretty bit by Beaulieu, but never properly explored the wide open heaths or the areas of broadleaf woodlands. We’re putting it right, with many trips Up Mainland bookended by quick … More Exploring the New Forest

Two storms

My hairdresser was complaining about the weather this morning. And to be honest, today has been a sludge of grey from dawn to dusk, without a hint of direct sun throughout. It’s harder for me to understand a dislike of wild weather though. Of course, atmospheric conditions can be destructive and dangerous, even in Britain’s … More Two storms

Dipping

Beach days were a big part of my childhood, annual visits to the wide stretches of and infinitely explorable dunes of Studland Bay the place in which our family summers were spent. At some point during the long hours exposed to the sun, I’d enter the water, but not enthusiastically; the unpredictability and changeability of … More Dipping

Not such a rotten borough

Judging from the serenity and calm of an early morning at Newtown, it’s hard to imagine the place as one of the few bustling hubs of the island’s economic and political life. The neatly tended borders and stone cottages softly glowing in the morning light give little away of the tumultuous history of this glorious … More Not such a rotten borough

Slow Sunday

We’re in the midst of Isle Walk on the island at the moment, organised walks of various lengths and subjects, shooting out in all directions across our green and pleasant land. Sunday was the centrepiece of the festivities of our great outdoors, Walk the Wight, with pushing on for 5 figures worth of people and canines … More Slow Sunday

Coast Life

With my better half on the other side of the Atlantic, dogsponsibilities have increased greatly in the last week. Not to complain; any reason to get outdoors is to be appreciated, especially during the glorious spring weather that has enveloped the south of England. Although we’ve had plenty of time under the woodland canopy, many … More Coast Life