Pulling the leeks in today’s gale I am soaked in minutes as water streams down my face and soaks my trousers with winter-cold rain. At first it feels as if I am being assaulted, then I get used to it and give myself up to the power of the storm. Out here, high on the … Continue reading
Dark, wet, stormy days have cut my connection with outdoors. One dry day and a rummage through my seed box sees me overdosed on creativity and a renewed life force which I thought was dead and gone for good. Gardening can do that; it can put you back in touch with who you really are. … Continue reading
Strong winds and persistent rain blast across the kitchen garden. I have my head down against its force and all I can see is wet, heavy, sodden soil in every bed. It takes all my strength to open a little gate against this angry, howling south- westerly, but once through I look up and my … Continue reading
Dartmoor Flower Shed 