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)

Thursday, 4 April 2013

April 4th


The cold weather of March shows no signs of letting up yet, as April thus far although sunny, is still freezing, such a biting east wind bringing flurries of snow, that has halted spring in its tracks for the time being. Found three more blackbirds nests- poor birds seem to be desperately trying to find every scrap of cover they can to build them in, clumps of ivy seem to be a favourite as they are the only plant as yet that is providing any canopy.


Walked up past Castle Farm and into the woods, and on up to the Flagpole where there were some lovely views across the valley. The woods were quite quiet with the occasional buzzard trying to brave the strong winds but landing again very rapidly after being buffeted around. In the small lake there were at least seven pairs of mallards and a pair of canada geese.

The dunnocks are singing beautifully at the moment in the hedgerows. They are such an understated bird, often mistaken for sparrows because of their dull brown and grey plumage. They have however a melodious, clear, warbling song that is stunning, even more so because it comes from such a diminutive bird.

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