british countryside

Dear Friend, I write this article with a hint of melancholy, for looking outwards at the world the disharmony and disunity
In my mind my life was going to change overnight as I slotted smoothly into the community, winning marrow growing contests whilst rising to a position of power within the WI. But what's the reality? Here's what I've learnt about moving to the country, so you don't have to.
What's this walking think all about then? There's been such a big push to go walking and to get outdoors in the past couple of years, but there are still people who haven't got the message yet - or perhaps don't even get the outdoors. So, this post is for you to show them...
A few years back, I acquired a small farmhouse in Cotswolds. And no, it wasn't an easy adjustment on my behalf. I still live in the city and still tend a house over there so switching from the city to the country is something I had to learn.
Britain has no difficulty building great and beautiful things: castles, gardens, theatres, orchestras, the National Health Service, the BBC. Why do we have such difficulty protecting them? In our protest against McDonald's, our greatest hope that it is the threat to the traffic that will persuade local authorities.
Going on a walk allows us to take a step back from our daily routine. You can feel the wind in your face, the changing of the seasons, the excitement of coming across a beautiful building or the buzz from immersing yourself in a rich social history.
For 97 days I have sat in my kayak, raising money for the benefit of people living with rheumatoid arthritis and supporting the National Rheumatoid Arthritis Society (NRAS) by paddling around the UK mainland. That's 570 hours on the water, 2,223 miles and 2,050,200 paddle strokes! Finished, fin, finire!!!
There is currently a golden opportunity to get the Hunting Act changed as David Cameron as called for a free vote on it. I very much hope that it is before the police finally take action against me. Until that point I shall continue proudly refusing to kill any wildlife on my property as I believe should be my right.
Cox's Orange Pippin was discovered and developed around 1825 by a retired brewer from Bermondsey called Richard Cox - the rest is luscious apple history and the whole of Britain has praised the taste of his apples ever since.
The weather has turned so beautifully autumnal - berry bright trees shimmer in golden light beaming across from the Welsh Black Mountains which smoulder in red and gold opposite our house.