I have finished apple picking: just a few fruit left hanging – the ones which absolutely refuse to yield, and…
Plimp, ploq, plimp, ploq…Regular ticking of the kitchen cider clock:Bubbles wriggling round and up and outFrom the biggleboggle-dimply airlock spout!
Three crates of Adam Pearmain, all picked yesterday ahead of last night’s wind and rain. These are American milk crates…
Lady Nightingale’s latest creation, the result of “foraging” in a Marloes garden: both subtle and striking.
13th October 2021Skiff, Skiff, Skiff:Looseloop shoes on smooth sand.She walks thinkily,Ears drinking sea sounds crumpular and hissish. She loves this…
…And Lady Nightingale says “art”.Here’s her latest rather freeform fruit arrangement; in case you’re wondering, the variety is – most…
10th October 2021Last hour of ebb, in black cliff shadowI wade stir-of-surf sandsTo foot today’s only printsAcross the north reach…
9th October 2021Irish Nor’Wester, whitecresting a bluegreen bayScatterpatched indigo by hasty clouds:Spray salts views of stubborn red headlands. ‘Blowy going…
Arranged and photographed by Lady Nightingale. You could say, still a flower arrangement of sorts: no apples without blossom, and…
My orchard is “hosting” some apple trees for a friend’s daughter: they’d love to grow more fruit but don’t have…