Looking inside an abandoned wasps’ nest found in an outbuilding in late winter. A piece written for the Guardian Country Diary.
Author: Sara Hudston
This piece for the Guardian Country Diary was inspired by a night walk in the
The River Tone at Taunton flows brown beside shopfronts, cafes and the Brewhouse theatre, sliding
‘It was raining when he arrived – that was to be expected in the countryside.’
Ten o’clock on a hot, still evening with the dew falling like nectar on parched
Who was St Wite? Nobody knows. She is a mystery, and that is part of her power. There are no written historical records of her life. But there is a strong and consistent oral tradition that she was a Saxon woman who lived as a hermit on the cliffs near her sacred well.
The sound of chiff-chaffs shouting in the woods falls away as I follow the South
It’s the yellow that catches my eye. Bright egg-yolk splotched with black warts, glistening against
Nearly seven thousand years ago the people who lived beside the Samara River on the