Flights of the butterfly

  • THE TALE OF THE STAG HEAD OAK

    Once upon a time, there was a young oak tree. She lived in a hedgerow and hoped, one day, to grow tall and strong, like her friend in the next field. But, one day, she got sick. Maybe it was tree flu, I don’t know. But she was very ill. And she “died”. Only, of…

  • Fox

    I met a fox while on my walk this morning. It was a quiet, still, misty dawn. I think the fox was young, it seemed surprised to see a human. It was an exquisitely beautiful little animal. Before darting into the bushes, it stopped to examine me more closely. Not sure whether it was thinking,…