Forest Bathing … because for the great many of us, we simply can’t at the moment

Reprising a spring walk in Surrey last year, around Ranmore Common, through some glorious woodland. Forest bathing - simply being calm and quiet amongst the trees, breathing deeply, moving slowly. De-stressing. There was such a beautiful light filtering through the emerging foilage, the structure of the trees not yet obscured. Birdsong and unaccountably very few…

Early morning, the Thames at Isleworth

Traffic, traffic, rat-run, traffic, late! late!    ..... aaah! I had to pull over and admire the view this morning, of the Thames at Isleworth. Birds wheeling around, mist clearing, colour seeping into the landscape, white sun. I'm reminded of one of my favourite poems, Leisure, by WH Davies - I'm sure to have quoted it…