The Windswift is the Hare, who has many names, and is particularly tricky to spot in her favourite stubble field.
So watching for the Hare needs patience, and needs eyes that are open to seeing what's there in the fields,
the woods, the sky, the streams.. you never know what you'll find
if you are still
and you listen.
And watch.
In these pages you will find many different things, including examples of my work as a Forest Schools
and outdoors practitioner, as well as the work I do as an artist (look at the Making pages), and the things that inspire me.
So watching for the Hare needs patience, and needs eyes that are open to seeing what's there in the fields,
the woods, the sky, the streams.. you never know what you'll find
if you are still
and you listen.
And watch.
In these pages you will find many different things, including examples of my work as a Forest Schools
and outdoors practitioner, as well as the work I do as an artist (look at the Making pages), and the things that inspire me.
Stuff that just happens when you're not expecting it..
Panda in a van. What can I say, except that he arrived one day, and Panda now lives in our back garden. We scrubbed the moss off his back, but it's made his paint come away a bit, so we'll probably have to find out how to repaint a panda. Stories and sharing them.
This is a copper apple tree label. It's in an old orchard, mostly apples and a couple of pear trees. Once it would have been part of a busy estate, with gardeners tending the fruit trees, with a seasonal pattern to their work and the needs of the trees. We've taken the apple press into the orchard, and had everyone come and have a go, trying different varieties, drinking it straight from the press, and bottling some. There's even been cider making. |
One morning you wake up, and there's something wonderful just outside the window..
You can just about see their crests, as they take over the morning spot on the aerials, that the starlings will use later in the day. The waxwings came last year, but not so many. Suburbia made less ordinary, by a bird that will catch snowflakes on the wing for a drink.
Amazing things.
We stood and watched for ages, marvelling at the stunning peacock colours, and veining in the wings. Imagine what the prehistoric ones would look like, a foot long.
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There are lots of other ordinary amazing things you'll find on these pages...
