Author: Mark Chandler

The trees have dropped the last of their apples, fat fists of blooming, red nutrition now half hidden amongst the […]

The last couple of days lead, molten mist, filling the moulds of field and valley. This dissipating murky blanket seemed

The recent storms to hit the area brought out crowds of anorak-wearing sightseers, awed at the ferocity of Nature, literally

It should be expected that the familiar is oftentimes novelty to fresh eyes. It is a nice affliction that I

I was fortunate enough to observe the stunning Harvest Moon the other night. It hung in the sky in a

I am writing this on what is a typical meteorological memory, a wet Sunday. Growing up do I recall many

A confession: I think I may have a kind of uncharacteristic fondness for Abergavenny. What an odd thing to declare,

So I took a walk. But deciding when and more specifically where can be an arbitrary business, and so too

In late autumn 2016, I had what can only be described as an epiphany. Through a series of unexpected life