There’s an area of ancient woodland at the bottom of the back-to-back suburban gardens in our corner of Canterbury. It stretches along the side of a valley that’s part of… read more →
It was with huge relief I saw a baby great tit make it out of the giant flower pot where its parents have woven the hugest complicated nest of moss… read more →
Do you have to be good? Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese opens emphatically saying no – ‘You do not have to be good’. A common way to begin a poetry therapy… read more →
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