The trees have dropped the last of their apples, fat fists of blooming, red nutrition…

The last couple of days lead, molten mist, filling the moulds of field and valley.…

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

It should be expected that the familiar is oftentimes novelty to fresh eyes. It is…

I was fortunate enough to observe the stunning Harvest Moon the other night. It hung…

I am writing this on what is a typical meteorological memory, a wet Sunday. Growing…

A confession: I think I may have a kind of uncharacteristic fondness for Abergavenny. What…

So I took a walk. But deciding when and more specifically where can be an…

In late autumn 2016, I had what can only be described as an epiphany. Through…