Like a Flowing River

"Life gets in the way", says a friend of mine. Actually he's not the only person who has openly expressed that sentiment, although I have never really agreed with it. I am aware that I haven't written in a long while; one might say that life did get in the way but for me it's... Continue Reading →

Back To My Trees

Driving towards the wood I was going to be working in, I noticed how the tree canopies on both sides of the road seemed to be welcoming me into their fold. I was excited to be working again with my friend Stuart in his private woodland; it has definitely been awhile since lockdown! We had... Continue Reading →

From Ground to Canopy

Have you ever had the feeling when you're in the right place at the right time, everything just flows? Conversations come naturally, you meet the exact people you need to meet and your thoughts and visualisations take form in the real world. I experienced such a day this week. We were attending a ranger meet... Continue Reading →

The Power of Water in a Wood

https://videopress.com/v/BhSwZuFE?autoPlay=true&loop=true&muted=true&persistVolume=false&preloadContent=metadata Water should never be underestimated. Especially after a bad storm. At the beginning of the week, I was out with two of my colleagues on a storm inspection. We had several reports of Storm Dennis' weekend rampage on our estate's trees and found many more unreported casualties. A substantial oak tree completely uprooted My... Continue Reading →

Snapshots

It has been an interesting week for this tiny lady. Through somewhat brisk (and snotty) conditions, I have managed to clock a few steps this week. Back-breakingly searching through long molinia grass on the moors for signs of harvest mice has definitely contributed to it. What people don't realise, is that my step count is... Continue Reading →

Conflict or Consciousness

My sensible and logical mind refuses to use the word 'vs' in my blog title, as I think that sets too much of an aggressive tone. If there is any fighting it will only be in our minds. Through my life I've been quite conscious of how my mind works. Though it may struggle at... Continue Reading →

The Struggles of Being Tiny

I have always known that being 5ft was short. Perhaps some would say ‘petite’, for a kinder word. I remember how glad I was in school when we had to line up in height ascending order; I was secretly happy I was second from the front. Yes, there was indeed someone else more ‘petite’ than... Continue Reading →

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