Category Archives: bramble tangle collection

And as I walked down the slopes of Ingleborough, in the early freshness of an April morning, the larks rose in front of me, one by one, and sang their way upwards against the blue of the sky; and I … Continue reading →

On a sunny Easter Sunday this was the revelation. In the stone lobby of the meeting house, in the gloom, behind the notice frame taken down in order to replace the notice, was a bat, clinging to the wall, small, … Continue reading →

I remember when those few of us split from Africa across the Red Sea. We stayed on the beach, eating shell fish and stuff, till we got too many, then another bunch of us split off, and we headed for … Continue reading →

Easter is late this year, though the ash is still bare, while on the hawthorns the leaves are bright; Gragareth looms faintly through the haze in the distance, awaiting revelation from the morning light. I could take my ease on … Continue reading →

Who is thine enemy? If thou makest any into thine enemy, canst thou not make all into thine enemies: if not now, then in the days to come? If thou makest any into thine enemy, and all may be made … Continue reading →

To love on a honeymoon is easy. But the crucial time to love is much later, when the other one looks ugly, and is pissed off with you, and you’re exhausted by the wrestling. To love then is life-changing, to … Continue reading →

The shed was a thing of beauty when it came together, manifesting from old wood out of three other sheds, including the donkey house in the field. Those sheds were themselves made from older ancestor sheds. There was also an … Continue reading →

Mist In the early dawn of this autumn morning, the mist congregates on the leaves of the large beech tree, and drips, leaf by leaf, to the ground. In the silence of the orchard, the apples hang dark red on … Continue reading →

Here on Holy Island the wonderful tide cuts off the traffic for five hours twice every day: : no humming metal boxes driving in or out, unusual peace and tranquillity emerging instead. If only the tide could do a similar … Continue reading →

When I was a young man, about twenty, not yet very knowing, I gave as much of my heart as I could to someone. She, very beautiful to me, responded in kind, but being slightly older, gave slightly less. And … Continue reading →

I am a sieve in the flow: the shape and pattern of my holes creates the turbulence that is my gift to this world. The flow is endless: there is no need to create, creation is already infinitely here; there … Continue reading →