Long, long ago, in this fair shire, there lived a Saxon chief by the name of Wade. Wade and his wife, Bell, were of giant stock; so huge in stature that no town could contain them, so they made their home on the expanse of the North Yorkshire moorlands. They were kindly rulers, both fine builders, [...]

The North Yorkshire moors are my homeland. They are where my heart is and I feel their pull on my life with an emotion that I can’t find words rich enough to describe, especially at this time of year, when the heather is in full bloom. The deeper coloured, ‘bell heather,’ comes first, with its [...]

‘Upon this primrose hill Where if Heav’n would distil A shower of raine. Each several drop might goe To his owne primrose, and grow manna so.’ – John Donne (1572 – 1631) One of my favourite walks is carpeted with wild primroses at the moment. I remember picking them from the very same place when [...]

            “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” (2 Corinthians 5:17)     Link: I am indebted to naturalist, Douglas Mills for these stunning images, whose property they remain. More of his beautiful work can be seen at: http://picturing.blogspot.com/

 To a Snowdrop.  Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, [...]