Sing it; you know the tune! It's beginning to look a lot like springtime Everywhere you go Take a look at the flowerbeds, snowdrops...

Half-light, half bright Not quite morning, neither night The breeze is still, the birds are quiet A nothing day, an empty riot The oak...

On the edge of the town, in the woods by the stream, sat the Wisp o' the Wold on a golden sunbeam. She was watching the damsonflies dance...

If I were a little girl again, I'd go to the Billy Goats bridge. I'd peep underneath at the ugly old troll, then tiptoe across like a...

I awake. I'm warm, comfortable, snug, the cat nestled in the crook of my left leg. Dreams, already memories, are drifting in and out of...

Early September is sent to confuse us Her split personality will often bemuse us Neither autumn nor summer, our mind's in a fix Not one...

September rain. A storm; stair-rods hurtling downwards like glass spears. Piercing the canopy at will, all life darting for cover....

The treacle-eating Boggart is extremely seldom spied He shies away from normal folk - their smell he can't abide. Their lying tongues can...

Dedicated to Tilly who shows me a childs-eye-view every time we go for a walk x At the pace of a child the world slows down There's no...

Distance travelled today: 20 miles on foot Day 1: Porto to Vairão So, first things first, we survived the 'Squid Game' dormitory. In...

The transformative magic of a snowy day Erasing all signs of yesterday's January A blanket of white reimagines the day As a beautiful...

November's nuance Neither summer nor winter It's weather makes for a fickle friend A glimpse of sun through the rainbow's end A chill in...