As the last sips of Summer’s heat rises it is kissed by the cool lips of the lunging fall. The view over Avalon becomes less floral and foliaged and all…
On the isle of Glastonbury, the harvest is already happening. In a friend’s garden, I watch pigeons gorge on elderberries. They bob and pluck at the dark clusters for hours,…
Out on the land, it feels like there is a pause. The striving to create slows, and attention is turned to developing that which has appeared. Having toiled for many…
https://youtu.be/G6Das38aXZg During this time of tiny fruits and towering flowers, when I’m laid down in the fields below the swaying grasses watching the narrow stems balance parasols of hogweed, cow…
The last warm days of Summer drift into the first cool nights of Autumn conjuring romantic misty mornings. We find ourselves lost, somewhere in between the seasons, half shrouded beneath…
Barely had Summer cast its rays upon my crown as Autumn's first breaths started to brush across my cheek. The evenings now start to grow noticeably shorter and cooler and…
The tree walking season is in full swing, the past few weeks have seen numerous excursions into the countryside accompanied by a whole host of interesting characters - There have…
At least the pastures have benefitted from the wet weather! In places the grasses, parsley, buttercups and hogweed reach up around my underarms. Repeatedly saturated in the perpetual downpours the…
Equinox is a time of in-between, when the day and night come to meet halfway forcing the light and dark to clash in an epic show down. Around one corner…
Hawthorn and Tor. If last month's hedgerows were hunched under the weight of the rain, this month they bow further still with a bounty of plumping fruit. Thanks in part…
Bring the outside in with the To The Trees Newsletter each Full Moon – Monthly creative writing from Matt’s walking adventures in Avalon. Also, news, upcoming events, and creative work not seen elsewhere.