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April 20, 2018, 11:27 am
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companiable walking
May 7, 2017, 4:01 pm
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a day off walking one of the valley and the ridges in one of those bits of Worcestershire, close to here, but no one seems to know.


the wonders of late Spring: bluebells in the woods, wind stirring the winter wheat like a sea, the first swifts of the year, a grass snake in the sun.

And the pleasure of walking with a good friend.


I’ll let you decide which one of us is which.  But it’s worth carrying a rucksack as big as that for high tea.

Bom Caminho!

April 15, 2016, 4:23 pm
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A wet morning. In the wood a few of the trees spring green.

March 27, 2016, 9:02 am
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A poem for Easter.  More reflections from me soon.  In the meantime, enjoy yourself
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
   When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
   Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
   The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
   The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.


What is all this juice and all this joy?
   A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
   Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
   Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

February 26, 2016, 8:42 am
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And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.


in the spring
May 19, 2013, 2:44 pm
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After the long winter, a time of illness and exhaustion, and then some hard yards at work, I have managed to emerge into the Spring.  Here are some photos of time spent walking in Worcestershire while spending 24 hours at Glasshampton for reflection and prayer.







This ladder is wonderful. Not sure if I’d want to ascend it, but it is so suggestive.

And there may be news of pilgrimage soon …

middle march: winter’s grave 2


The title of this and the last post are taken from Edward Thomas’ In Pursuit of Spring, his account of a cycle ride from London to the Quantocks in March 1913 (almost a century ago; Spring has been dreadful late this year).  This is well worth reading, an essential part of English nature writing.


Although slightly late on this part of the Middle March, but not so late as to overlap with Thomas who was much further and warmer to the south and west:


By the side of the road were the first bluebells and cowslips.  They were not growing there, but some child had gathered them below at Stowey or Durleigh, and then, getting tired of them, had dropped them.  They were beginning to wilt, but they lay upon.  I was quite sure of that.  Winter may rise up through mould alive with violets and primroses and daffodils, but when cowslips and bluebells have grown over his grave he cannot rise again: he is dead and rotten, and from his ashes the blossoms are springing.  Therefore, I was very glad to see them … I had found Winter’s grave; I had found Spring, and I was confident that I could ride home again and find Spring all along the road.