Nature spirits
Tune In and Wake up!
Am sitting in my mum’s cute maisonette as the headline “Activists Accuse Farm Club of Speciesism” leaps out of the Saturday newspaper cutting through the pulsing vocal throb of love longing and lost from the radio in the lounge and more plaintive human wailing of love loss longing and desire from the radio in the kitchen, “Senorita… I love it when you call me Senorita….” “When your body has had enough of me….” “When you are in Love with a beautiful woman….” “I’m in love with the shape of you”
Who is Herb Robert?
Hello dear friends, I had a serious blip in March (alcohol poisoning from too much free champagne at the Savoy Hotel – I kid you not dear reader) that took me off track and impacted quite extremely on my mind body and spirit throughout most of April. I was pretty depressed and lost sight of […]
Cleavers Time Again
Once more the wheel turns and my garden is bursting with bluebells, violets and lilac. The lush blues and purples enticing me out to play and discover the baby nettles that make the best nettle soup, the beginnings of Herb Robert and of course the most prolific greenery of cleavers. I cannot think or see cleavers […]
Potato Thrashing – The Personal Made Public
The realisation of the length breadth and dimensionality of interconnectivity makes my breath stop for a second in my throat when I am at the farm. You see the city is so loud. “Inner City Life, Inner City pressure”. But the countryside is Louder. Really. You know that expression the silence was deafening – well […]
European Adventures Pt 4: A Strange Kind of Paradise.
Hello dear friends and readers. So let me rejoin the story without further ado as you are maybe likely to be sitting in front of the computer during a hot late August European heatwave. I woke up gingerly from having slept on my back without moving. Flies buzzed. The pink plastic hand of God […]
Fear is Power.
So I bought a one way ticket to the Jaws of Hell. It was quite easy and cheap. Le Gouffre d’Enfer can be reached with minimum fuss via Easy Jet and an hour car drive from Lyon. For those of you who know my predilection for the strange and the perverse this is probably no surprise. Yet […]
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