Rural Writings

The Kingfisher cocked a sideways glance at us, before settling his gaze to the little rippling current below his branch.

The joys of winter flowers can help brighten up even the most droll winter's day. Pippa describes the secrets of winter flowers in this post.

The British weather is reliably fickle. Is a weather forecast app more reliable than observing the sky? For me, I trust the signs in the sky!

“Oh, no, you put that in the recycling!” said the bin man with a sad shake of his head, flanked by two of his colleagues, rejecting the bag.

Here in our new surroundings, I have once again the pleasure of porcine company. The new piglets are great characters and oh so talkative.

Trees in winter are magical to behold. This aerial footage shows the glory of trees and woods at their best in the snows of winter.

In the post-Covid world, entertainment rules have clearly changed. It seems dogs are now expected to join a party or the office too!

The story of a Goldendoodle rescuing a fawn remined me of the day my Lurcher helped me rescue an injured young seagull from the River Severn.

It is possible that in Ellie’s mind the church is indivisible from the pub as a meeting place. She loves to meet & greet the congregation.

At the Nativity Performance, the Vicar said: “Oh, we seem to be missing a little donkey.” Up steps the brindle grey Lurcher to the rescue!

Highgrove were off-loading their hens, so we hot-footed it up there to offer some of the hens a new home - much to our Lurcher's fury.