Hottest day of the year in England and Wales. And Spain and France. Unnatural. It’s still warm in the house when I go to bed, and I hear mozzies and flies and bees that mistook indoors for outdoors when they saw the light of my lamp. Yesterday’s mozzies and flies and bees lie dead on... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
“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.... Continue Reading →