The tree stands on its own, branches high and wide, with a broad twisted trunk slightly leaning to the side. The tree has no friends around, no such nature of its type, only a few weeds litter the marshy ground, for it is far from ripe. So how did the tree find itself… Continue reading A new question in the New Forest
I have a very complicated relationship with summer. I love summer in many ways. However cliche it may sound, I love the sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass, I love the satisfaction of a cold drink on a hot day, I love the feeling of warm sand between your toes, I… Continue reading Summer lovin’? hatin’?