There’s little that a good walk can cure, particularly amongst the trees. There’s no bustle, no pressure to be anywhere. Just you, your thoughts and the birds chirping away in the trees.


Anything, Everything
There’s little that a good walk can cure, particularly amongst the trees. There’s no bustle, no pressure to be anywhere. Just you, your thoughts and the birds chirping away in the trees.


Do you ever wonder whether you’re the only one in a mile radius who is in complete awe of something spectacular happening?



I love drawing animals, or painting them as its usually the case. I think they’re not only fascinating to study, they also very relaxing. The more complex, the better. Birds are my favourite, and I didn’t discover painting birds until the beginning of lockdown when I painted some for a local care home. I think they’re ideal for any skill, and it opens up an area of study you may not have realised could be fascinating, if only to examine how intricate their patterns are.









The sky is at its most beautiful in the early morning, in my opinion anyway. The sky is the one thing not in our control, the one things we can’t built upon or manipulate. And it shows how wonderous things can be when left under their own steam. These photos were taken 30 minutes apart, and what a difference!


Today’s premise is simple. Just appreciating how nature can present itself in such ways, whether its the brightest sunset or the tallest trees, the smallest flowers or the most distinct looking animals.







Winter can be a dull, drab time. Everything is grey or brown or just a bit icky (when there’s no snow about, in which event everything is glorious). But often thats when the odd splash of colour, usually going unnoticed, might suddenly pop out at you in the shape of leaves, flowers, little red berries.

The day I retire
My hearts first desire
Maybe then I’ll miss you.
When my mind stops aching
When my heart is done breaking
That day, I’ll miss you.
The first night I lie
And not wish he was by my side
That is the night i’ll miss you
After his voice ceases
And my obsession crumbles to pieces
After that, I will miss you.
When I notice the blue
In your eyes is a brighter hue
That is the moment I will start to miss you
When you are long gone, and I am alone
With my memories, photographs, a dead number on my phone,
Already, I will be missing you.
When his ghost abandons its embrace,
And yours takes its place.
I won’t be missing him. I’ll be missing you
If you have read any of my earlier blogs, you would know that I love a good list. Or, at least, loved. They’re organised, neat, and just creating one can give you a sense of productivity and control. A list represents order, allotted time for certain tasks.
But there’s another side to them, too. Lists can show you how much you have to get done, how much you think you have to do, just to complete the list. If you’re the way I was, an incomplete list is like having an altogether unproductive day. For me, having just one item left, forgotten about or pushed back until the end of the day, was both frustrating and daunting. If i’m honest, it was usually my 10 minute session on Duolingo, learning some French I probably wouldn’t remember afterwards. If I did it, it was the bare minimum, but it counted, didn’t it?
Not necessarily.
I can’t remember the last list I made. I haven’t abandoned them altogether mind, and that’s not what I’m suggesting. But really, what does a to do list contribute towards getting all that necessary, and unnecessary, stuff done? Because I’ve found that not tying myself to a task not only makes me more productive, but it also leaves me much more free time.
So this year I made a dreaded, apparently doomed to fail new years resolution. Doomed to fail because, beyond the first couple of weeks of January, aren’t resolutions doomed to fail by simple self fulfilling prophesy? I think people make them sometimes just to fail them, and then they can laugh about it later about how naive they were, how hopeful they began the shit storm of a year behind them (for some people, no matter what happened in that year, it’s inevitably going to be branded a shit storm.). There’s almost a culture being created around choosing drinking wine in place of a workout and moaning about the shape of the globe on Facebook. But anyway, I digress. Where was I?
Oh yeah, lists.
So I made a resolution to start learning guitar. Properly, this time. A few of my friends have done it, I started back when I was 14. Despite owning three guitars, one of which I made myself, I never could remember a single chord. I tried to stick to this resolution last year, too, but alas, apparently a pandemic gives you copious amounts of time, but its not always paired with motivation. Usually, I would look at the item on my list marked ‘guitar practice’ and pass it off as unimportant. I’ll do more tomorrow.
Now that I don’t make lists, I not only get to practising every day, but I remember more too. And this hasn’t just been the case for guitar. I decided to start learning Spanish on Duo, and I’m on my 31 day streak. I draw more, I read more, I’m more organised in my yoga and running (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and still manage to keep the apartment tidy, my bearded dragon alive and set aside more hours than I’m happy to admit on the internet to binge watching Supernatural. I’m not humble bragging (okay maybe just a bit, but now that I meditate I think the smug bug has got me just a tinsy bit) but I think this just shows how unessential lists are. A list can organise your time, but they can also create chores out of things you ought to enjoy. Hobbies are there for exactly that. Enjoyment. And as for cleaning, am I wrong for enjoying this too? It’s a part of life, we might as well make the best of it.
My point is, there comes a point where you’re doing things not because you want to, but because you feel like to have to. It’s exhausting, and its not as productive as you think. If you want to do it, do it. But you don’t have to. And don’t be scared to have a nothing day. Brains get tired, you know.


The Wrekin is a bit of a treat this time of year, I think. Vivid colours, snowdrops… Even when there’s no leaves on the trees, there’s still a haunting beauty about them.