Browsing: Harriet

The days are long and warm, the school holidays are looming, and we hear again that age-old question “What shall we do?”.

By Harriet Kent. The delight of discovering what lies hidden within a hedgerow is not dissimilar to re-reading a favourite…

By Harriet Kent. Picture the scene. It’s mid-December and the nights are getting colder. Frost is predicted in the coming…

By Harriet Kent Dawn breaks in mid-September. There is a hint of autumn in the fresh, crisp air. Spider webs…

By Harriet Kent When someone asks where is your happy place, what would be your reply? If I am asked,…

By Harriet Kent As I write, there are a few visible spindly green shoots in the garden, where last autumn…

With Autumn having descended upon us like the early morning mists that we come to expect at this time of…

By Harriet Kent. With the evenings rapidly drawing in at an ever-increasing rate, autumn gives us an excellent excuse to…

By Harriet Kent As we slowly unfurl ourselves from the slippery grips of a particularly wet and soggy Winter, we…