the primroses are really at their best now, and there are pretty pale carpets of them in the wood.


while the violets are dotted across the whole of the woodland floor, but although there are three in the centre of this photo, they are very hard to see.


the wood is completely untouched by any sort of forestry. fallen branches are strewn everywhere, and it is very boggy. this trunk has some sort of disease which has patterned the bark; its very beautiful, but I don’t think it’s doing the tree any good.


its an unusually big tree, most are not much more than a foot in circumference; a mixture of ash, sycamore, and a lot of hornbeam. Ivy and honeysuckle drape themselves over everything.


it is the domain of the roe buck, his sharp little hoof prints clearly imprinted in the mud around the edges of the wood, and the bark scraped off trees where he has been fraying the velvet off his new antlers.



the blackthorn is out everywhere in the hedges, and in my garden. perhaps there will be a good crop of sloes this autumn.


this afternoon I made five smaller pots. the north-easterly and now north-westerly winds of the last few days keep the clay drying quite well, even without lighting the wood burner.