
Growing up with a swing in the garden was idyllic. 
I would spend many happy daytime hours with my feet untethered from the ground, daydreaming.
I was unaware that my mother would sometimes do the same at night, something I learned as an adult years later.


Night Time Swing

A Stick and a Float

Swimming with Stars

Twists and Turns

A Letter Postcard about a handsome young dog we had staying with us last Christmas: Milo brought fun and magic into our lives.



Carrots and Sticks

Festive lights to bring a cheer to the long dark nights.

The Little Boats

Summer Storms

Poppy Lanterns

Deep in the Forest

Watching the sunset on a warm summers evening.

Pastures New

Run For Home

Enjoy a windy walk across the white cliffs of Dover.


Windswept

A Hope of Snowdrops

Enjoy winter in the Woodland Tapestry Collection

Winters Sleep

The Silence of Snow

An amble in the timeless grounds of Kearsney Parks.

Lost in Thought

Enjoy autumn's vibrant colours in the Woodland Tapestries Collection.

Copper Threads

Gone Fishing Days.

An abandoned house, an overgrown garden and the active imaginations of children.
A spooky tale for Halloween.

The Abandoned House

The magical light of twilight in the evening before the blanket of night is pulled across the sky.


Twilights Veil 

The Dover Rings or is it a time portal?



Time Travellers

The Tricksy Summer

From a Hill Top

Smells and sounds of summer at the seaside.


Snapshots of Summer by the seaside.

Bee Shenanigans

A Donkey's View

Hold onto your Hats

Watching the Show

The Blushing Sun

Summer in the Woodlands Tapestries Collection.

Summers Embrace

A Bridge to Elsewhere

Chasing the Tides

The Curious Sea

Children Again

How Pretty is the Roadside Verge

Minnis Bay, Birchington-on-Sea, Kent, UK.

Puddles of Clouds

Weeping Willows at Sandwich Quay, Kent, Uk

Forever Young, Weeping Willow.

All Aflutter

Our woodlands have undergone a major transformation since winter retreated. The last few weeks of spring are in our midst and we say goodbye to the colourful display of flowers that have graced the woodland floor. It always amazes me that nature knows just what to do and when. 

The Woodland Gate

As the sun sets in the west casting the last of its amber light over Whitstable, the full moon rises east over Tankerton, sprinkling silver into the sea. Standing at the end of ‘The Street’ a pathway that stretches out to sea at low tide is a wonderful way to see the day gradually morph into the night.

Borrowed Light

Fragrant Chimes

Dasoda-hae

One of the first spring flowers to claim the woodland floor, the delicate wood anemone is a pleasure to see.

Delicate Lace

A weekend of rejoicing, with the ringing of bells.


The Bells of St Peters

You'll never forget your first encounter with a woodland full of Ransoms. The scent of the flowers on a sunny spring day is unmistakably garlic, and whether you love the smell or not, there is no denying the beauty of the profusion of tiny white stars that hover above their vibrant leaves,

Tiny White Stars

What a fantastic bit of engineering. A triple spiral staircase, all three winding the same way around a central shaft, reaching up 140 feet. The Grand Shaft is hidden in the beautiful White Cliffs of Dover, illuminated by a well of light that cascades down the central shaft. How neat is that? 

A Well of Light.

Sweet Nothings

The hovercraft have long gone, Pegwell Bay, is now a little bit of wilderness on our east Kent coast. When a storm rolls in, the sea can be whipped up into a frenzy, it is mesmerising to watch cascades of waves rolling in with the tide, and on those windy days, white horses are seen and heard aplenty galloping across the bay. 

White Horses

The Patter of Tiny Feet

Yockletts Bank, Nature reserve, Kent, UK



Woodland Tapestry, Spring

The Sunny Dandelion

This sea of blue caught my eye as I travelled to work one morning. As soon as the weekend was here I ventured to find out what it was. Waking with the sunrise I travelled to the field to discover a carpet of ground ivy and periwinkle with the odd buttercup thrown into the mix. I watched the field come awake as the sun rose, it was one of those rare mornings when the world just felt right. It was perfect.

Silent Footsteps

Haiku is a short Japanese, unrhyming poem capturing a moment in time. The poem is on the picture on the front of the postcard. I have written a brief description of where the inspiration for the poem came from on the main body of the postcard.

A Vase of Sunshine

It has been eleven years since the Richborough cooling towers were demolished. Very few went down to Kingsdown beach that Sunday morning, it seemed many had gone to see the tower's demise. The sound of the explosion echoed over the bay. 
Discussing the tide with a gentleman I met, he said it was the lowest he had seen it for 20 years, explaining the high pressure had caused the spring tide to go out further than predicted. What is normally seen as a pebble beach with chalk beds at Kingsdown in Kent, opened up as a vast area of sand, it was magical.

The Hidden Seabed

From a collection of poems called 'The Hedgerows Parade' A carnival of colour and activity that transforms the hedgerows throughout the seasons.

Neither Frost Nor Snow

Hushed by Snow

It always makes me stop in my tracks when I come across a pool full of sky, not only because I would get my feet wet and the illusion would vanish but because I love the idea of having the sky at my feet, imagining I could just step out and walk on air, so near yet so far. 


Pools Full of Sky

Old Man Winter

After visiting Langdon bay, I would sit on top of the steep steps that lead down to the bay and watch the tide come in. A great place to ponder the world. It is hard to comprehend that the earth spins roughly 1,000 miles per hour and to think we are being taken along for the ride. How awesome is that?

A Matter of Perspective.

Something a bit whimsical, a simple love story, between a valley and its errant stream.

A Winters Tryst

Lavender Fields

Winters Walk

Dangling Threads

Dew Pond

This particular year the snow fell in early March. The blackthorn was in bloom indicating spring was ready to be embraced but winter had not entirely done with us. This is known as a blackthorn winter. Often there is a rivalry between the seasons as one season transitions into the other, but eventually, it is always the outgoing season that will give way letting the new season flourish. Our unpredictable weather will always keep us on our toes.

Blackthorn Winter

Still Waters

The years continue to pass from one to the other like a relay race. We say farewell to the old year and welcome in the new year. Maybe we are the batons being passed from one year to the next. Looking back, 2022 was very hot in the UK and new years day 2022 went down as the warmest on record, and many took advantage of this, it was reported some even had barbeques. Most just took to their feet to get out and enjoy the unusually warm winter's day, southerly winds brought the warmer air making the trees dance and sing. A glorious day to be out and about.



Orchestral Breeze

Seasons Greetings to all my readers. 2022.

The Christmas Mouse

The Folkestone Washer-Women

You never know what you are going to find as you amble along. Well, imagine my surprise to find the moon not where it should be, up in the sky but trying to be incognito on the ground. I guess we all deserve a rest day.

Incognito

It is always empowering to see a heron launch itself into the air with seemingly little effort. For a bird that looks almost prehistoric, its moves are very graceful and ballerina like, the heron's grey feathers shimmy around its body like a floaty chiffon wrap. The Norfolk Broads has many fine examples of herons, they are often found standing still as statues along the river banks with watchful eyes, ready to take flight in an instance.

Leap of Faith

I am Majesty

Enjoy the colours of autumn in the Garden.

Muddy Paws

Poppies are one of a handful of flowers that close at night. This I discovered on a sunny July evening.
My husband had arrived home from work and mentioned he had seen a glorious field of poppies on his travels. 
How could I not visit? Camera in hand off we set. It was now late evening and we found the field to be bathed in the last of the setting sun's golden rays. Most of the poppies had closed up shop for the day, it is apparently what they do and in this seemingly simple act, the field appeared to glow with little red lights. How enchanting. 
I like to think this is their act of remembrance.


These 'Cauldrons' are often found in Kingsdown bay, when they have finished bubbling they can leave behind
imprints of what they have been creating. If you disturb them by standing in them your feet will sink into the sand. It is a bit of a shock when your foot suddenly disappears as you are walking along, a tug usually releases the foot (albeit now wet and slimy). Whilst most of the time they are pretty harmless creating some unusual art, on Halloween they like to have a little bit of fun.

Cauldrons of the Bay

Wrapped in Chains

The Loveliest Prize

Butterflies don't sing, but what they lack in sound they make up for with colourful shimmering wings. They have such random movements when flying I think there must be a song in their heads that they are dancing to. Our lovely white butterflies are particularly lively in flight never seeming to land, what a song they must be dancing to.

Butterfly Song

That Frizzy

Woods are great in every season, some woods are good for wildflowers and butterflies others for weird fungi and chestnuts and then some woods are good for getting lost in. 
I like to think the trees listen to everything, storing away anecdotes to dream about during a long winter's hibernation.
Kings Wood near Ashford is a particularly magnificent wood matching its grand name.

Woods are Great 

Strutting Out To Sea

Blooming Lovely

Beyond the Pebbles

The Cedar of Lebanon, Kearsney Parks, Kent, UK.


Time Matters Not

The Silent Beat of Time

Clickety-Clack

Starfish

When the spring tides are low take a walk in the bay and enjoy the most spectacular morning light.
Scaffold poles and old train wheels litter the chalk beds at low tides and have become home to various sea life. I have been told they are the remnants of old sea defences.

Posts

Night Time Swing

A Stick and a Float

Swimming with Stars

Twists and Turns

Carrots and Sticks