Wednesday 15.06.2022. Afternoon

After watching Life After Life, the TV adaptation of Kate Atkinson’s novel, I’ve been thinking about death and the circularity of time. I live in both the past and the future, as well as savouring the now. I’m back in Wendover for a couple of weeks. This means no swimming, but instead there’s the cat...

A holiday adventure

Two words rumble around my dreams all night: ferie and urlaub. Different languages, none of them mine, for the same thing. The 6am alarm dispels the words and whatever meaning they might hold. The drawn up blind reveals a greyer and more humid day outside, like the mystery of the dreams and words clouding over...

“Harvesting of timber” – I think you mean “deforestation”

Forestry England notice after so-called ‘harvesting of timber’ in Wendover Woods. May 2021, photo by Jessica Zarins Path where there were once trees. May 2021, photo by Jessica Zarins Timber harvest in Wendover Woods. May 2021, photo by Jessica Zarins The only way to find out how old a tree is, is to kill it....

Wandering vanishing Wendover Woods

Tracks on path in Wendover Woods. May 2021, photo by Jessica Zarins I find myself in Wendover again. For the past five years I’ve been coming a few times a year to look after a sensitive cat when his human goes away. The village, the house, and of course the cat are all close to...

Through the snow

  I arrived and all the land was covered in snow. Snow is easier to walk through if someone has walked it before you. You want so much but there is no time, only now, and the world is black and white. White crystals lie like death over the branches. Branches are family, weighed down...