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

Battling Bluebells

The whites and yellows of the countryside’s earliest blooms have given way to the purples and blues of the developing spring’s woodland floor. It’s a wonderful time of year to have had a run of clear skied sunny days, hours lost wandering through the shifting patterns thrown down from the canopy, muddy knees and stiff … More Battling Bluebells

Starting Early

The alarm has to be set ever earlier for adventures in the first light. Although we’d planned an early morning run, once Radio 4 interrupted our unconsciousness at five thirty, a slower start of coffee in bed followed by a woodland wander was clearly the more palatable idea. The serenity of an early morning in a town … More Starting Early

All the hours of the day

Spring equinox has passed, mostly unheralded but the effects widely appreciated. Coinciding with a glorious spell of sunshine, the percentage of the population out of doors has rapidly increased, the clement conditions dispelling the gloom of the end of winter and the destructive political season we have suffered through. Hope and steadfastness are the feelings of … More All the hours of the day

Looking up

Injuries have happened as long as I’ve been running. Improving technique and regular stretching has rid me of painful shins and twanging muscles in the shoulder which haunted my first years as an proper runner. But the latest has been the worst, and the slow rehabilitation an opportunity to reassess. Lacking much in the way … More Looking up

Decrepitude

My wonderful wife recently returned from a weekend away with books as gifts for the increase in doggy care I had needed to provide while she was away. Hanging out with the dog and being rewarded with books? Life is sweet. She knows me well; one of her choices was Pondlife by Al Alvarez. His … More Decrepitude

Tree Rats

Scrolling though my twitter feed is generally a nature delight: beautiful landscape and creature photography; updates on research and discoveries; quotes from great naturalists and thinkers. I’ve curated my bubble carefully. Of course, the less edifying aspects of humans’ impact on our planet does intrude from time to time. The degradation of our shared commons, … More Tree Rats

February Fill-Dyke

One of the pleasures of island living is the dialectic vocabulary. Despite having lived here for a decade, I’m an overner and will always be one. . Approaching my fifth decade, I rarely get called a nipper anymore. We’ll sit down for nammit around midday. Our log man, a peoper Islander, delivered us a load … More February Fill-Dyke