Forever curious. Artist, writer, photographer, reader, runner, nerd. Enchanted by the natural world, angered by our treatment of it. Always happier outside.
I found this Dormouse on the path. I couldn’t leave it in such a vulnerable position, so I picked it up. No obvious injuries, but its lethargy concerned me. As I wondered where the nearest wildlife rescue centre was, it snuggled into my hand and quietly left this world.
I was inspired to paint these Raven stones after a group of Ravens visited our garden last week. I’m in the process of uploading them to my online shop now.
I kept hearing sounds I didn’t recognise but I’ve discovered their source - seems this Jay is having a love-hate relationship with his/her reflection. *Sound on*
Dartmoor is the only place in England where it is legal to wild camp, but one wealthy landowner wants to change this so that no one can camp here without his consent. Solidarity with
@Right_2Roam
for protesting against this. We need overnight access to the Moor and its big sky.
I love these Ladybird Books, the illustrations by Charles Tunnicliffe are charming. But if his illustrations were true to life, flicking through their pages in 2020 is a stark reminder of what we have lost from our landscape in just 60 years. (THREAD)
I found this dead Tawny Owl by the side of a busy road today. I couldn’t leave it there to continue being hit by vehicles, so I’ve laid it to rest in our garden. It’s unfathomably beautiful. Every feather. Every claw.
She was the 7th I saw today; secrets never to be told. Lifeless. Neck broken by a car. And yet her feathers still radiate with bewitching iridescence. Northern lights. Mother of pearl. I want you to see her as I do. Not as some villain or thief, but as a true nacreous marvel.
Yesterday, after dinner, I did some gardening, but I wasn’t expecting this! A Barn Owl, hunting in the field behind me. The grass is long there, for now, and the Voles aplenty. I downed tools, and gazed.
To some folk this might seem a daft thing to get excited about, but I’ve been hoping to come across one of these Wren farthing coins for years, and today I was given one in my change from a visit to the shop - so pleased!
✨Giveaway✨
To celebrate our first full Moon of the year (known as the Wolf Moon) I’ve painted this stone. If you’d like to win it, please like this post and leave a comment. I’ll select a winner at random from everyone who responds on Sunday 8th January at 12pm, UK time.
I had a horribly apocalyptic dream last night, no doubt inspired by spending too much time reading about the Coronavirus virus and climate breakdown.
So here’s a Woodcock I drew. One of my favourite birds, they never fail to make me happy. May this drawing make you happy too.
Tonight's full moon is known as the Woodcock Moon.
Folklore whispers that large numbers of woodcock, fleeing the frigid landscapes of the far north, use November's moonlight to find their way to our shores. And in doing so, they bring with them the first snow of winter.
Last night, as Snipe called to each other across the fields, a halo formed around the moon. It was one of the best I have ever seen. I rushed to my favourite old oak tree and, using my phone, I tried to light it as best I could without falling face first into the mud.
#lunarhalo
Voted England's 'Tree of the Year' in 2015, the Cubbington Pear Tree was felled in 2020 to make way for
#HS2
. At 250 years old, it was thought to be England's oldest pear. Its loss makes me very sad. We should be protecting these ancients, not cutting them down.
Cut vs uncut.
Just reading about grass care. Grass is 85% water. Worst thing to do in a drought is to cut it, as long grass keeps soil cool, prevents evaporation and catches dew. Also provides vital habitat. No rain here for over a month. Grass cutting still continues. 🤷🏻♀️
To the people accusing naturalist’s of ‘doom mongering’ by reporting a lack of insects, birds, steady rain etc this spring, please understand that we are only telling the truth. None of us want to be see our flora & fauna struggling, but it is, and love compels us to call it out.
Two years ago I saw
#noctilucent
('night shining') clouds on a bat survey. I have wanted to photograph them ever since. So imagine my joy this morning when, at around 3.15am, I finally got my opportunity!
#Noctilucentclouds
above Colmer's Hill,
#Dorset
.
#NLC
Until today, I've only known these flowers as Lesser celandines. I had no idea that they're also called Cheesecups, Butter and Cheese and Brighteye. But I think my favourite is their Welsh name, Lygad ebrill, meaning 'April's eye'.
I almost didn’t carve a pumpkin this Samhain, but all day there have been Ravens. They called from the forest on my morning run, flew over me as I hung out the washing and cronked from a tall tree near our house in the afternoon. So this is for you, dear Ravens.
#HappyHalloween
It still boggles my mind that I can go outside and see Jupiter and Saturn. Saturn (on the left) is around 900 million miles away. But I’m even more stunned that my camera can pick out Jupiter AND its moons! (Left to right: Callisto, Ganymede, Io & Europa.)
I am staggered that I’ve taken a photograph of the Aurora Borealis above our house in Devon. I never, ever thought I would get a picture like this. I could even see the beams with my naked eyes! My tummy is fizzing with excitement. WOW! ✨
I’ve had the concept for this sculpture in my head for such a long time that I’m brimming with joy to finally have it completed. So without further ado, here it is. A Nightjar...in a jar!
I’ve been asked to do a pastel painting a day. I’ve never been very good at sticking to such things - but let’s see how I go. This one was inspired by the swirling Rooks and Jackdaws I watched this morning up on the hill.
I am new to charcoal, but already I realise that there’s something mesmeric about drawing trees with trees, the scent of winter woodsmoke rising from every stroke...
If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know I get excited about November’s full moon, as folklore has it that this moon brings a major arrival of Woodcock to our shores. So, even though many people refer to it as the Beaver Moon, to me it’ll always be the Woodcock Moon.
I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it. Whenever I find a dead bird I hold onto it for a little too long, ever hopeful that it might wake up, stretch its wings and fly away. 💚
This is the bench where I sit each morning and have a cup of tea. I don’t really know why I’m sharing it, other than sitting here makes me happy, and perhaps it might make some other folk happy, too.
Leave your brambles. Leave them, if only to have a salmon-pink besuited gentleman fill his face with the seeds on a grey and rainy day. For there is more pleasure here than in all our futile clamour. Leave your brambles. Let your heart sing with simple joy.
Sadly, I missed Super Seabird Sunday this week, so I wondered if Marine bird Monday could be a thing (?) but as I missed that too, here I am on Tubenose Tuesday (that’s a stretch, I know!) with some more seabird stones. They’re available on my website (link in bio). 🌊
Ugh. I’m poorly. Spent all of the Solstice in bed, which was not how I wanted to celebrate the return of longer days. If you see this, may I please request that you send me a picture of a tree? Perhaps even your favourite tree? I think trees might help. Thank you. 🌳
Happy New Year everyone! It might be a soggy start to the year here in Devon but the first Snowdrops are up and I heard a Song Thrush singing this morning, so if you struggle with this time of year take heart - spring isn’t far away.
"What's that bird?" Asked my partner as we ate dinner.
"Where?" I queried.
"There." He said, pointing towards the greenhouse.
"Oh my God, WHERE IS THE CAMERA?" I squealed, jumping up from the table.
Evidently too excited to get a good photo, but wow, a Pied Flycatcher!
It's no secret that I adore nature, but recently my fascination with it has led me to being called a 'dork', 'nerd' and 'Hobbit'. All this was said in jest, but it got me wondering: why does being interested in the natural world entice this sort of teasing?
I haven’t had a play with my pastels for ages so I’m attempting a Bluebell wood to get me back into them. I’m not sure if I’m finished yet - but here’s where I’m up to. I usually gravitate towards muted hues so it feels very strange to be using such vivid colours! 🎨
If you’d have told me yesterday morning that by 9pm I’d be stood in a random field photographing the Aurora Borealis I would not have believed you - but you’d have been right.
The Northern Lights, seen from the Devon-Dorset border, 27th February 2023.
It's 2019, not 1800. There is absolutely NO need for this in modern society. I can't quite believe it's allowed to continue. Shame on you
@VisitFaroe
, this is utterly disgusting.
Swifts in charcoal. I saw a flock of them feeding over our local town yesterday. I can’t draw the feeling they gave me (what colour is joy?) but if you’re fond of Swifts, you’ll know it.
My head’s been in a bleak place this month. I’ve been overwhelmed with bad news stories, eco-anxiety etc. But there is always light, even when you can’t see it. This pumpkin depicts the lighter moments in my dark - mushrooms, bracken, ravens and, whenever it shone, the sun.
I was rummaging through an old sketchbook earlier (searching for some spare paper) and came across this, which is now six years old! It was inspired by a hare I saw early one morning, very near to this spot.
After my close encounter with a beautiful Tawny Owl, there was only one thing I wanted to paint.
(This stone, and a few others, are available on my website: )
This might seem a bit boring to lots of people as house sparrows are regular visitors for many. But this is quite an event for us. It’s taken six years for a pair to discover our garden (they don’t travel far) and now their chirps, a sound of my childhood, lift the morning.
I should have been painting but the fog enticed me out. It lured me, ever further, until I reached a hill. From it's summit, I noticed golden sunlight shining. I climbed upwards, and this is what I saw.
This little stone has been with me a long while, but only recently did I discover that it wanted to be a
#badger
. That's the way with stone painting. Sometimes there's a character longing to be painted on the stone, but sometimes you should just leave the stone be.
Stopped in my tracks this afternoon by the most beautiful sound. Ignore the traffic and location (after all, it didn’t stop him) and let his voice fill you up. Thank you, dear Blackbird. I needed this today. 🎶
By day she forages in fast flowing rills - wet-suited, diving, bobbing up like a cork. But occasionally she visits the calmer waters, to rest a while and watch the moon.
(This stone will be available in my next shop update.)
This is not the best Green Woodpecker picture you're going to see today, but that's because this bird is very nervous and consequently I had to hide in a hedge to photograph it. But I really like Green Woodpeckers, so I'm sharing it anyway.
It was a bit of a monochrome day today, which called for a monochrome painting. Rooks with nesting material - the promise of spring. Soft pastel and acrylic.
I promise I don’t always tweet about dead things, but while out and about yesterday I also found this Conger Eel on the beach at Charmouth. I’ve never seen one before. It was about as long as me (5’7”).
Strange, other-worldly conditions up on the hills today, as if the White Witch had passed through, followed by Aslan. A half-frozen, half-thawed landscape, and so quiet I could hear the rhythmic beats of a passing Green Woodpecker's wings.
So let me get this straight: via slurry spreading, some cattle farmers have been contaminating farmland, and cattle, with bovine TB, yet instead of sorting out slurry management, we’re going to kill over 60,000 badgers?
When I was a child my mum would take me to a place she called 'Dingley Dell' to see the snowdrops. It was a small area, bordered by a stream with a dash of trees and now, whenever I see a gathering of these flowers I can't help myself - it immediately becomes a Dingley Dell.
Years ago, I was out taking photographs when a man came over and told me that there are 'never any good sunsets or sunrises when it's windy'.
These pictures are for him. 😉 As the woodcock that hurtled past me while I was taking these can attest, it was very windy this evening!
This was my Nan’s garden. She passed away in March 2021. I took these photographs in August, just before her house sold. She didn’t care much for her house, but she utterly adored her garden.
Goodbye
#lockdown
. I will miss you very much. I liked hearing birds instead of traffic, smelling flowers not pollution, watching insects without aeroplanes, mellow quiet instead of NOISE. And where are we all rushing to anyway, when the present is all that we ever really have?
Last night my partner suggested we go looking for Nightjars. He’s not really into birds, so I leapt at the chance. After watching them floating by for a few minutes, clapping their wings and calling, I glanced across at his face...
He was utterly spellbound. 😊
The November Full Moon is sometimes called the
#Woodcock
Moon because it was believed that Woodcocks arrived on moonlit nights in November, bringing with them the 1st snow of winter. The folklore that surrounds these enigmatic birds is enchanting; it inspired me to paint this:
Behold, I made a miniature Amanita muscaria! I’m battling a nasty virus at the moment (not THE virus, but a virus nonetheless) so I’m pretty chuffed I managed to finish this. 🍄