Up Hawkshaw Lane

Evening walk up Hawkshaw Lane in a warm breeze. A few blackbirds perched on the lines sing the day's lullaby. It was a summer's day, a blustery and dazzling day, full of kites, cotton-grass and buttercups. Holcombe Hill cotton-grass Now there are only two of us, and we leisurely follow the lane up towards the…

A walk on the moors

Late August views from a Lancashire hill, which last April was resounding with the skylarks' song.           The heather was much more purple than can be seen on these pictures, but nonetheless fading.    

Notes on skylarks, memory and happiness

Walking one morning on the Holcombe moors under a bright Spring sun. Distances are vanishing into a gleaming haze and on the banks bloom the first coltsfoot flowers. Up Moorbottom lane, the warm stones elicit sensations of Southern Alpine paths. Lancashire moors, Southern Alps, worlds apart ? Not to me. I walk, grateful for the…