Still not going anywhere much. Partly because of the pandemic; partly because of family stuff; partly because I've been writing a pamphlet of poems about the meadow and the wood and the common for the Creative Project part of my MA, so while that's under way, why go anywhere else?
It's exactly a month since my last post about our patch in the north Bristol edgelands, and it's been lovely up there - less rainy than most of May, not as dry as April. The growth, particularly these last three weeks, has been stupendous.
Here's Charlton Common on 31st May ...
Here I am, doing my best David Attenborough impression.