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Cynefin – A Sense of Place: Nests part two
Gaynor Funnell If you walk further down the hedge line and follow it along the corner where it crosses Penrallt…
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‘…and most I like the winter nests deep hid That leaves and berries fell into…’ (Edward Thomas) Gaynor Funnell February…
No comments.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: The Wonder of a Barn Owl
…a pale face hovering in the afterdraught of the spirit, making both ends meet on a scream… R.S.Thomas. Gaynor Funnell…
One comment.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: The Rose
‘There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moments of its existence’ Ralph Waldo Emerson Gaynor Funnell It’s…
No comments.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: Fields of Gold
Gaynor Funnell Parc Gwair (Hay field) Mid-morning, early July. The landlocked sea of seeding grass is waiting to be cut.…
No comments.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: How far can a ladybird fly?
Gaynor Funnell It’s the end of July and today the lane doesn’t look like my lane. Later than usual, the…
No comments.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: The Lane part two
Gaynor Funnell Taking the left turn towards Nevern, I feel I know the essence of this lane now, after all…
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Gaynor Funnell The driveway from the front door to the top of our lane is a third of a mile…
3 comments.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: A Suffragette Spring
Gaynor Funnell Today, Spring is the colour purple. Purple, white and green. From my limited viewpoint out of the kitchen…
One comment.Cynefin – A Sense of Place: Gog and Magog part two
Gaynor Funnell I focus on the apparent bareness of Magog, and notice that the small horizontal limb attached to her…
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