In 1906 Edith Holden started a Diary, now known as ‘The Country Diary Of An Edwardian Lady’. In it, she observed Natures cycle through the months of the year, writing simply about the weather, the birds, the flowers and the natural world around her. All the pages are beautifully ornamented with her original artwork and favourite poems. In this Blog, I’m going to try to emulate her Diary in a modern way. For a start, this is a blog on a computer, not pen and ink lovingly written on paper! However, I hope that the end result will have some similarities, in that I want to capture day by day, month by month the steady rhythm of Nature through the year. For although our 21st century lives are hectic, chaotic, noisy and deafened by electronics, the beat of the natural world, which is the backdrop to all our lives whether we notice it or not, remains ever the same. So take a sedate, gentle and steady-paced journey with me through the next year, observing the natural world. Our way of life may have changed almost beyond recognition since 1906, but nature is doing what it always has done, the cycle of nature remains constant and reassuringly predictable. In that respect, nothing has changed. ‘ No Winter lasts forever; no Spring skips its turn.’ (Hal Borland)

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

April 23rd.



Went out very early when the mist was still rising and the dew lay heavy and wet on the meadows. The skies were such a clear blue, and I was hoping I may catch a glimpse of the otters on the brook as it was a perfect morning to see them.Walked up the Olway valley to the quiet undisturbed parts of the brook. The reens along the flood plains are full of wriggling tadpoles so hopefully there'll be plenty of frogs this year.The skylarks that nest on the large field along the brook were in full voice, hope they have better luck with their nest this year as it was destroyed by flooding last year. Found a lovely sand martin nesting site, with the birds diving in and out of the bank, lots of burrows already,again, hope they don't get flooded out this year. Didn't see any otters though. 



On the way back down Factory Lane which was beautifully bordered with huge bunches of bright celandine that are only now in true bloom, I found the prettiest wrens nest tucked away in the nook of a willow. I was going to have a closer look at it but the wren was in the bush by the side of me and scolding me very fiercely, so I left them in peace.








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