So where's the snow?

Muddling through life from Austria to Wales; God, life and a small black dog

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I know I keep on about it…

This first spring back in the UK is a wonder. I’ve been so used to the Alpine seasons, and the late snow that can wipe everything out. Now I’m jumping about as if I’ve never been in England before!

The birch and beech trees as they newly unfurl give off this most glorious scent. It reminds me of when I would ride Monty through the enclosures on the forest.

Here on the golf course, there are so many species of trees. It’s as if they are all new. And as they are masked in their green splendour, for a while, I almost missed they skeletal beauty from the winter.

There are loads of bluebells here, but they somehow, just aren’t so exciting. I am more bowled over by the profusion of wild strawberries on the tip and hills.

What season are you in? What’s your favourite?

Each day as I walk Swingle, I praise and thank God for bring me home.

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This year has been stunning. Here’s a small selection of my favourite shots!

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Snow in Summer!

Not unusual here, but I’ve never seen seeds like these before. I think they might be Poplar

Or maybe they’re just crazy fluffy caterpillars!

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November morning


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Golden October

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A most amazing October, warm, sunny, high pressure, blue clear skies and the most amazing tree colours!

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The trees have gone!!!!!


As you will see in the slideshow, some very fast growing conifers were planted by our neighbours  shortly before we bought this place in 2007. Our view across the fields has slowly disappeared, but we just got used to it! I did sometimes see the squirrels run along the fence and I had a small view through the gate. I suppose its an English thing wanting our views………


Until last week when the farmer who cuts the hay turned up with the neighbour below us and spent the day not only chopping down the now huge pines, but all the pines that were blocking his light and sadly on of the sycamores.  The trees had cast so much shade that the hayfield was turning slowly into a moss field. Our neighbour gave in to the pressure on the condition it didn’t cost him anything.

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I was taking to his wife who said they miss the trees, but it was each to his own. I suppose as they are on the upper floor, they see more into the houses and roofs , but what ho, for a few years we don’t feel so claustraphobic!  Our neighbour is now 89, so maybe he wont replant!