Sunday, January 21, 2018
Claire Thurlow

Claire Thurlow

Not Worms. And Not Slow!

Monty Don would be proud! We’ve managed to turn our garden clippings and kitchen peelings into crumbly, cocoa-coloured compost. I start to give the...

Wool-gathering

The 10 – 16 October 2016 was UK Wool Week, which didn’t register much with me until a tide of sheep flowed towards me...

A Day Out at Alice Holt Forest, Farnham

As the seasons change and the leaves take on their autumn colours, it’s good to get out into the fresh air and make the...

Bzzzz

W hack! I flail at the air with a rolled-up newspaper, but only manage to slap myself on the leg. A mosquito is buzzing...

A Summer Evening

A golden summer day fades to evening, the inconsistency of the British weather making such sun-filled days particularly sweet. In the garden I squeeze...

Poppies, Poppies, Poppies…

“Come back tomorrow; the light will be better then.” A voice floats across the field. “Stand here in the morning. The poppies glow with...

One for sorrow, two for joy…

Oh, no! It’s caught a chick. Look, in its beak!” I point at the commotion breaking out in the lane. A magpie has a...

Spiders in space

It’s staring at me. Pausing on its descent from ceiling to floor, the spider rests on the slender strand it has secured to an...

The Dozing Dormouse

The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. ‘I wasn’t asleep,’ he said in a hoarse, feeble voice. ‘I heard every word you fellows were saying.’ The...