redwings on a grey December day

Redwings come in to my overcast garden, unusual visitors from snow- covered country they come in two, three and more to feed on little orange berries, displacing blackcaps, wren and dunnock who hop down to lower branches. I sit silent and watch from my window and reflect this seasonal delight is gifted to me by … Continue reading redwings on a grey December day



I'd love to build you a pyramid or minaret up to the sky. I'd put the Taj Mahal in shadow and the Kremlin walls would shake. Let Liberty light her candle and Sydney's Opera House sing. I'm going to pitch my tent on an honest Scottish cliff-top and face the storms of a northern sea.