Lure of Stonehenge
I thought of my friend’s tale of her own visit to Stonehenge on a cold British morning as I shivered in the ticket...
I thought of my friend’s tale of her own visit to Stonehenge on a cold British morning as I shivered in the ticket...
“New” seems to be a relative term in England and in the case of the New Forest, “new” dates back to 1079 when...
Pineland gave way to rolling dunes, dunes so expansive that the ocean beyond went nearly forgotten. It was low tide and the waves...
Titchwell, I was told by the pair of local birders I’d met while watching spoonbill courtship (see my previous blog), was THE place...
Marsh Harrier in flight. A pile of whipped cream and strawberries sat before me as word rippled through lunch at the lovely Victoria Inn...
Oystercatchers Mud flats stretched before me for what seemed like miles. Waves lapped at one far off edge, but seemed too distant to threaten...
I regretted leaving my camera at the hotel my first day in England. As I wandered Cambridge’s lovely meadows and gardens, songbirds new...
It’s been about a year since I relocated from my proven wildlife-friendly yard in Key Biscayne to a new home in Coconut Grove....
My heart sank at our boatman’s words, “I can’t get you any closer than that!”The backlit blob thirty-something feet above, mostly hidden by...