An Ode to My Guitar - Coming Back to My Roots... You are made from the trees, carved to resemble the shape of a sweet woman’s curving...

This morning, as the sun slipped through the bare branches of the valley, the sky began to fill with song   The dawn chorus has to be...

Today, I set off in pursuit of snowdrops. I’ve lived in the valley long enough now to know exactly where the abundant pockets of seasonal...