Icicle Claws

hooked claws tear at icy constraints, captive souls, eager for freedom, awaiting warmer days sure to come Day 237 of 365 Days Wild was cold and frosty, but sadly lacking in the snow that seemed to fall everywhere except our little corner of Nottinghamshire. There were a few wonderful little baby icicles trying to grow … More Icicle Claws

In the Lull

Day 209 of 365 Days Wild fell in the lull between Christmas Day and New Year. I felt the need to both burn off a few of my seasonal overindulgences and to reconnect with the rhythms of nature, so I took a walk down to the meadow. … More In the Lull

Christmas Day

Christmas Day was day 208 of 365 Days Wild. The sky wasn’t all that interesting when I looked out to the eastern horizon in the morning, but when I turned and gazed out to the west, the sky was a beautiful pink. The back to front nature of this Christmas dawn seemed to perfectly encapsulate … More Christmas Day