Zephyr, the wolf (photo: Wolf Conservation Center) This wolf is called Zephyr and even though I don’t really that believe that wolves get enthusiastic about cherry blossom, he does seem to be enjoying himself on this fine spring day. I…
It’s apple blossom time in my Lewes garden and the competition is open, folks, for which is the most of all the spring blossoms. It might just have to be apple blossom, I think with it’s many shades of pink…
Poetry writing day today. I’ve got all the equipment ready. Now all I have to do is decide if I should take it outside into the garden. Hmm.
Brahms aged 20 in 1853 If anyone were ever to do anything as superficial as to run a competition for the most handsome composer of classical music, the prize would, undoubtedly in my opinion, go to an old man with…
I’ve been humbled by my exposure to the portrait photography of the great Man Ray after that exhibition at London’s National Portrait Gallery (until 27th May) and also a little inspired too. I bought the excellent exhibition catalogue which has…
I had lunch in the splendid National Portrait Gallery restaurant on Saturday with its panoramic views across London and where you almost meet Lord Nelson eye to eye on top of his Trafalgar Square column and where you don’t need…
I dead-head my last daffodil just as my tulips brought a new colour scheme into my small Lewes courtyard garden. Here is ‘Ballerina’ with her fiery elegance and bold vertical lines. They mix well with the blue of the grape…
Fritillaria meleagris, the snake’s head fritillary, is, most people claim, indigenous to the United Kingdom and was abundant in the days before we ploughed up most of our meadowland. I have always tried to grow them as, well, they’re wonderfully exotic for…
I found this photograph last week when sorting through some documents at my mother’s place. I had never seen it before but it instantly conjured up another age. My age when I was, well, young. Later that month, I would be going…