Nature Shabbington
On Nature, Place, & Living
in a small English Village

25th July In the cooler late evening, the air in this small farming village smells of cow-pats and dry grass. The skyline is...

He plucked two little potatoes from the fridge and placed them side by side on the sunny kitchen windowsill. The sun streamed through the...

Spring! It all seems to say, in a way that it didn’t quite yesterday, even though then I had heard the curlews again, calling their names...

Sunlight blesses the old churchyard. The road next to the ancient church of St Mary Magdalene is unusually silent. Closed – for bridge...

The sense of ‘September’ is tangible. It is here in the quiet winds and the quiet hedgerows and the sense of summer fading now into...

On and off the generous ivory saucers they come and go : a multifarious crowd of pollinating insects congregate to feed and forage from...

Nature. It takes many forms, or ‘endless forms most beautiful’ as Darwin so succinctly puts it. As I write this, at somewhat after 11 on...