Author Archives: The Bald Birder

19 September 2021 A year ago, give or take a week or so, I was cutting back some Hawthorne in the back garden. A little earlier than I perhaps should have done, but the leaves were starting to curl over brown on their edges, and the days were certainly getting cooler. Deeply entwined amongst theContinue reading “Nest”

12 September 2021 Our village church has rung bells for many hundreds of years and as I walk through the tower doors, we pass a gallery of portraits of the vicars past and not so past. I have often heard bells ringing across towns and villages, including St Mary’s in Ardleigh, and smiled inside justContinue reading “Bells”

4th September 2021 I am ashamed, it has been months since I decided to restart posting. There were a number of reasons why I decided to start writing this blog again. One significant reason was that it helped me forge a balance in my life. A balance between work and the all too consuming day-to-dayContinue reading “Ashamed”

Saturday 20 March 2021 This is the end. The last post of my year-long blog and I feel a little mixed about it; celebratory, satisfied, accomplished, even melancholy. But there is often pleasure in the end of things, and I am focusing on that. The last mouthful from a Sunday roast, the end of theContinue reading “Day 365”

Friday 19 March “It is not yet spring. Spring is being dreamed and the dream is more wonderful and more blessed than ever was spring. What the hour of waking will bring forth is not known, catch at the dreams as they hover.” Edward Thomas, In Pursuit of Spring What a beautiful day. The sun has been bleaching the bluestContinue reading “Day 364”

Thursday 18 March Started today with another run before work. It does get the day started with an early sense of accomplishment. As I ran down the lane, a male pheasent bestowed in his emerging colourful  regalia ran across my path. Just as, in the opposite direction and directly above the pheasent, a magpie glidedContinue reading “Day 363”

Wednesday 17 March Dad went to see Mum yesterday at the care home. He rang me in the evening and I pictured him with a glass of red wine in his hand as he spoke to me. He explained how Mum’s new room was really nice, how he preferred it to the other one, theContinue reading “Day 362”

Tuesday 15 March I went for a run this morning, 6 am. As well as being particularly proud of myself, I am also really pleased that I have started to take on this exercise routine at this time of year. The morning is obviously brightening, like me it’s ‘getting up’ a little earlier now too.Continue reading “Day 361”