Home to Roost
Each evening after the winter sun has set, the skies come alive around my cottage.
Woods are not like other spaces
“Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides. Woods choke off views & leave you muddled & without bearings. They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs.
The old tree atop the knowe
Everyone has a favourite tree, and I am no different. In fact I probably have a few, starting with the old beech tree that me and my sisters used to climb as kids. But after moving into the cottage, I now call home, my new favourite tree is found just over the dyke in an adjoining field.