Fruits of the Autumn
Farmers working late into the night getting the last of the crops in; a bushy-tailed fox cub, now old enough to fend for himself, running
Farmers working late into the night getting the last of the crops in; a bushy-tailed fox cub, now old enough to fend for himself, running
All around the countryside are ponds that have been dug to drain roads and housing estates, reservoirs created to supply drinking water. Even well-established lakes
Huge fields of canary-yellow Oilseed Rape stretch to the horizon. In other fields, wintersown Wheat shimmers in the early summer breeze. From an agricultural point
Lloyds Coppice rises up from the Jackfield stretch of the River Severn. A tangle of Birch, Elm, Oak and Alder clinging to the steep side
I am on the border between Shropshire and Worcestershire in the beautiful Forest of Wyre. The spring sunlight brings warmth. With that warmth, life returns
I get out of my car in the early morning darkness and walk towards the bird hide. There is still a brisk wind whistling through
Look east and you can see the town nestled in the valley, the twin spires of St. Leonards and St. Marys backed by the dark