I love walking and over the years have had many enjoyable hours – walking in different parts of our beautiful country. I’ve walked alone – with my husband – with family – and different groups of friends. In later life however – walks have got shorter – easier – and I have to confess that…

Arriving at our holiday destination last week I was thrilled at finding – in the apartment where we were staying – a large folding back window. There was a splendid view of the lovely harbour – and – I could already visualise myself sitting there early in the mornings. Although this coastal town was busy…

  Yellow patches among the green fields litter the landscape before me – signs of the cycle of life – the seed time – and later – the harvest – life goes on – Heavy consistent rain has plagued much of our countryside – many farmers left struggling with water logged fields – crops delayed…

As I look out across the countryside this morning I find myself looking for different aspects that would make a good photograph. That’s because the other day I was out with a photography group – and challenging myself – not just to take photographs – but to learn more about both my camera – and –…

In the quiet of the morning I found mind going back to some words I heard on a recording by Jill Briscoe – the words were these – ‘sit on the steps of your soul – and let Him sit with you’. These words resonated with me and I found myself pondering on them again…

  I was watching two birds flying about this morning – right across the rising sun  swooping around – up and down – sometimes with wings flapping – at other times – simply catching the air flow. What struck me was a sense of ‘joy’ – of ‘playfulness’ in their flight – as though they…

  Driving and walking around the countryside at this time of the year is a delight. How I love to see all the new growth – bare trees turning green – buds bursting forth – blossoms appearing – flowers blooming.           What a picture – those daffodils edging the road – creating…

Hearing the wind blowing through the trees so often reminds me of the sound of the sea. It brings memories to me – memories of when we lived by the sea – heard and saw it in it’s many forms. The sea can be so unpredictable. Gently rolling to the shore – playful waves running…

I can hardly see through the windows this morning – the rain is pouring down – and the panes of glass are covered with droplets of water cascading down them. They seem like tears Tears that flow from so many eyes Tears that run down so many cheeks Tears that threaten to drown us in our…

Our vision is more often limited by what we see with our eyes. We judge by what we can physically see – but – we only see the eternal. I recognise that I need to be careful not to judge purely by what I ‘see’ – something that I can do too easily – but rather to…