Author Archives: @julforres

My walks in February have been sporadic yet each one yields a new drama… and in between there have been postings about the brown waters running through the Glen despite the lack of rain. on Saturday the fifth I was one of a booted group of water warriors/worriers looking on as Simon from UCC demonstratedContinue reading “onto the 13th day of February – pink skies, brown waters and the appearance of strange quiver like objects 13.02.2022”

The weather has been dry and perfect for kicking up a leaf storm. There is one of those futile piles of leaves still in evidence – I go into the pile – Dusk is drawing in as i circle the ponds and as I arrive at the zig zag I see the sllhouettes of aContinue reading “Last week of January 28.01.2022”

The Glen is on the turn, hardly a winter, a handful of frosts since Samhain and sensing the fingers of spring already, trees barely bare and their leaves litter the ground a fallen ivy burning its flame red veins and golden among the deep tannin browns, their leafy edges still precise. There was a sweeperContinue reading “third week of 2022 15 – 24 January 2022”

There is an abandoned jumper at the hatch, it is has been there a while, and I find it today laid out white on the mossing conglommerate, that place for the belly connection with the river, as it rushes over the mill race below. There are a scattering of crusts which animate the arm intoContinue reading “Second week of 2022 10- 14.01.2022”

I go back to the rowan to see the oyster and if there are any lingering berries, I have a recollection of seeing them on a single living branch in the autumn, today I see berrries on the branches of the neighbouring hawthorn and I’m not sure now, this little tree looks completely exhausted andContinue reading “Friday 31.12.2021 revisiting the Rowan and her oyster”

Wednesday is bright and light as I walk out well after dawn. I go to the stone bridges to see if Dipper is there and sure enough there she is! On the elbow log, dancing and prancing on her white legs, bobbing her white chest and blinking her white eyelids making play with the water,Continue reading “Wednesday 29.12.2021 Unicorn”

On leaving the home park this morning I pause to listen to the sweeping sounds from the hedgerow, and see a handful of blackbirds in the open branches, traffic was passing and I curse the roar and fade of the engines, but as i do I begin to hear the matrix, the call response fromContinue reading “Thursday 23.12.2021 blackbirds, swamp cypress,dipper and mouse”

The Glen river and path twine about one another and criss cross 11 times in the short 3/4 kilometre of the valley. The Valley itself a glacial secret lying in the fabric of the city. Now filled with bare trees the sound echoes through, from all about its environs, the hum and thrum of traffic,Continue reading “Tuesday 21.12.2021 path and river”