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  • 9 – 22 January 2026

    Monday Sunrise: 7:54am On the walk to the wood I feel my fingers smart as I press the soft pad of a fresh blister. Yesterday I cut back a large shrub with a handsaw and clippers. The magazine said late winter is the best time to cut it back—but I was in a T-shirt and…

    DW

  • 11 – 17 January 2025

    Saturday A fight. Three bodies: one is flat to the ground, another screeches by their side, a third holds the first one down with a heavy foot as they prepare to attack again. Behind them a rowdy crowd goads them on from the trees. I clap my hands loudly and yell at them to stop.…

    DW

  • 9 – 13 December 2024

    Monday Trees are down in the wood. Huge beasts felled by the the storm. The sun won’t rise till 7:53am but even in the semi-darkness you can tell there’s too much space here. You can feel it. The ground is deep red slush: wet earth and autumn leaves. Blackbirds chik-chik-chik in the gloom.  The path…

    DW

  • 18 – 23 March 2024

    Monday The sun was shining weakly on the path between the fields, so I risked it in walking boots instead of wellies. Terrible idea. I was only a quarter of the way in when I gave myself a pep talk: “Come on – it’s as bad to go back as it is to go forward…

    DW

  • 12 – 16 February 2024

    Monday I watch a man walk towards me with his dog. He’s old, but the dog is not. Every few steps they stop for the dog to sniff at the undergrowth. I smile and say: “That’s gonna be a long walk…” and the man’s face brightens under his cloth cap. “Tell me about it, she’s…

    DW

  • 8 – 13 January 2024

    Monday Sunrise 8:04am. It’s so dark on the way to the wood. Do I really do this? At this hour? I took last week off to use up holiday, so this is new year’s rude-awakening a week late. But the birds are singing. I walk around the edge of the wood and through the tree…

    DW

  • 5 – 11 February 2023

    Sunday It’s a beautiful day, a good day for a walk – but part of me is too lazy to go out. I message with S, he’s just got back from an osmitsa in Italy. He says ‘Go for a walk! Send me proof you’ve been’.  On the way to the wood I see the…

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  • Week 53: 9 – 14 January 2023

    I thought this would be my final weeknote, but it’s not. I’ve published this here anyway. I also thought this was week 52, but it’s not. See the previous notes about getting the numbers wrong. Wednesday: The walk to the wood feels like a pilgrimage. There’s a bright moon at my shoulder and the birds are…

    DW

  • Week 44: 7 – 12 November 2022

    Monday The sunrise is 7:03am and there’s a 70% chance of rain. I take it and beat the odds. On the way to the wood I pass front gardens, bright green and oversaturated from all the rain. Watch a cherry-lipped salvia shiver as a lone bee hops from flower to flower. Tuesday More rain. Accidentally…

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  • Week 8: 28 February – 5 March 2022

    This is weeknote 8. Russia continues to invade Ukraine. From what I’ve read, it’s better to donate money to established organisations that have existing networks and systems to help, than it is to donate items to organisations that will need to build them. Monday I walked to the wood and took the path through the…

    DW