This gallery contains 25 photos.
Ziria – what a tasteful mountain! Ziria or Kyllini, it has both names. The whitest mountain, and without snow: white … Continue reading
I wrote and quoted the below some time ago. I actually looked for it in my blog for some time before I realised that it was unfinished and ‘unpublished’. Here it is, unedited. I came back to it because I’ve … Continue reading
“Abies cephalonica Grecian fir. Large evergreen tree to 30m with a pyramidal crown and dark brown bark tinted with orange, becoming darker and fissured with age; twigs hairless and buds very sticky. Leaves needle-like, spreading, thick…. Mountain slopes. May-June. S. … Continue reading
This gallery contains 25 photos.
Ziria – what a tasteful mountain! Ziria or Kyllini, it has both names. The whitest mountain, and without snow: white … Continue reading
John Clare: Where last years leaves and weeds decay March violets are in blow I’d rake the rubbish all away And give them room to grow My favourite poem on gardens and gardening. He’s not even in a garden, but … Continue reading
Torridon Since last summer I’ve trampled bracken in a couple of new places, in Torridon and in the Peloponnese. By the shore of Loch Torridon Aran, a crofter (and our landlord) has burnt off the heather scrub and some … Continue reading
As part of a project to stop my brain from turning into a stony mush I have just calculated that in the last nine months the birds in the garden have consumed a quantity of sunflower seeds equal to the … Continue reading
Unable to introduce this place, this moment: in 2012 after staying for a few days in the Gasterntal in Switzerland, where I saw scenes of devastation, acres of high pasture flayed from the rocks beneath on which nothing could grow … Continue reading
‘where moth doth not corrupt’ My memories of Yugoslavia are like gold in that they will not tarnish. Unlike the whale bones in the Hvalsalen in Bergen that Kathleen Jamie writes about in Sightlines, they don’t gather dust. They don’t … Continue reading