I bought a copy of The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady, a while ago for £1 from a charity book shop. It’s one of those titles that I’ve always meant to own and read but I never got around to it. In truth, I bought the book a few months ago but events conspired to whittle my time away until nothing was left for reading.
I picked it up again today and read the back cover first. Edith, the author, a young woman who was drawn outside almost every day to examine the nature on her doorstep. Who cycled around the lanes and countryside around her home and found Thrushes nesting in holly bushes, and green woodpeckers hammering in the distance.
Hang on, I thought. I could do that. My bike had a flat type (lack of use) so I fell at the first hurdle. But not to be put off, I set off down the lane with my camera in hand, and my beady eye at the ready. If there were Thrushes nesting in the holly, I would find them!
I didn’t find a thrush’s nest. But I was amazed at all the things I drive past, and occasionally walk past, every day. The clumps of Primroses clinging to the banks of the lanes.
The variety of colours that one plant can make from its leaves.
Ivy. Who knew?
Moss-covered stone tucked underneath a bridge.
The farmer’s horse keeping warm under his blanket.
A robin. Virtually, the only wildlife that I actually saw. Lots of rustling, tweeting and splashing going on as they disappeared from view but sightings – well, just this wee fella.
A fallen tree trunk that has been reclaimed by moss. Somehow it didn’t seem to fit. Like it should be on the seashore or somewhere like that. Everything else is so green and lush.
And… back home for a steaming cup of coffee and to download my photos. I’m glad that I was inspired to look more closely at what’s outside my own front door.