Listening to the radio as I performed the day’s last medical procedure, I learnt that a rare event was occurring in the skies above. In my dressing gown with nought beneath, I had a compulsion to go out in to the dark where a cold wintery wind had blown the clouds away. Through the window I could see stars, it was exhilarating for since October we’ve only had the shortest of short spells of clarity between non-stop rain. Moving through our bedroom, opening the door, I stepped

He was adamant. “Anything goes, the Planet is suffering, look at ALL the climate disasters!” I had to think for a second, “Yes, action is needed, but to stop ambulances speeding to hospital is to target the victims, not those who….” “You, me, WE need to change our life styles NOW!” “Exactly, but this motorway blocking is putting people against action because it’s disrupting their lives.” “Bull***t,” and he turned from me. My mind went back to 1998 and a valley in the Pyrene

A few paces from us, a grey tree trunk as high as my shoulders lies upon its side, dead wood swirls within a hollow many a child would have hidden within for centuries. Sir Walter Raleigh would have walked under the green leaves of this majestic, fallen tree when visiting the handsome Manor at our feet and he’d have enjoyed the twisting old trees which now have canopies thirty, forty paces wide. Few trees of this age exist around the world, but because Celts and Druids admire

She sat in a circle of other women, sewing as they mostly knitted, as they all chatted in a flow of ideas ranging from the personal to the abstract, and her face never changed. Her character oozed from the skin of her cheeks, making her stand out amongst this group of friendly, lively, interested people. My eye kept flicking back to her as my wife and I chatted over cups of tea and slices of deliciously moist carrot cake. She wasn’t beautiful, but then she was. Her allure aro

What great tactics, making people smile as they protest and cause havoc across London. Yet how silly of them to chose this week when Parliament is on holiday, for our useless politicians are their target. They are active in countries around the world and skirted this village four weeks ago and I wrote about denial amongst our tiny population. And when you hear those people unconvinced by this vital action, ordinary folk on their way to work, policeman who’d rather be catching