The countryside sleeps.


As the golden sun sets, over green velvet fields,

stitched neatly together with grey stone walled thread,

the countryside gently settles down to sleep.


The evocative voice of the curlew

slowly begins to fade

as cattle seek shelter, from the nighttime breeze.


A faint whisper of leaves is all that is heard,

as a blanket of silence is thrown over the earth,

and curtains are drawn on the crimson sky.


As darkness prevails there is one final voice

as the owl starts to speak,

and it’s eerie call travels across the night.

We sleep.





Love Alison x







Bird table Babies.

There is nothing sweeter than watching a mother bird feeding its fledgling.  I could so easily have missed these moments as both the blue tit and goldfinch babies came down to the bird table for the first time, but I’m so glad I didn’t.  Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.



“Hey Mum, where did you go, I’m still hungry!”


“Don’t worry Sis, Mum will be back soon!”


” Hey, where are you going?”.     “Stay there, I’ll go find her.”


“Weeeeeee, this is fun, I’m a tight rope walker.


“Gosh being a mum is not all its cut out to be, this is hard work”.  “Kids, who’d have em”


“Guess we will just have to sit and wait, this is BORING!”


A new family on the block.


“Ooooer, this washing line thingy is wobbly!”


“That’s Better”,  I’m on top of the world.


“Shes got to be out there somewhere bro”


Hey you, I’ve got enough mouths to feed, find your own.


“Let’s stick together”


Or maybe keep out the way for a minute.


“Growing up is tough”

I hope you enjoyed the visit to my bird table.  Blue tits and Goldfinches are so lovely to watch.




Love Alison x
















Peak District nighttime production

I hope the feeling of anticipation I have as I climb the stairs to our cottage loft room at night is one I will never loose.  It’s not as you may have thought the ‘anticipation of passion’, although the Lord of the Manor has just had a restyle with a hint of  ‘George Clooney’ about him.  No, it is the anticipation of laying in bed and listening to the sounds of the Peak District nighttime choir that has me running eagerly up those stairs (sorry Mark), and oh what a glorious ensemble it is.

With no traffic noise to contend with, apart from the odd late night tractor trundling its way home, the vast skies become a stage for one of Mother Natures unbeatable performances, as the sound of birdsong fills the air.  I have never heard anything so uplifting, yet relaxing, so cacophonous yet utterly melodious.  Birdsong is known to be physically relaxing but also cognitively stimulating, relaxing us at night and a great natural alarm clock in the morning.


I’ve yet to learn how to distinguish between the different sounds and be able to put a bird to its song, but the one I absolutely love and wait for which tends to be heard as the others are settling down for the night is the Owl.  I don’t know if I have ever heard one at such close quarters but I am totally transfixed by the sound as it carries across the night sky.  “Twit twoo”  was the only description of an owls voice in my mind, gleaned from childhood stories, however listening to the real thing “Twit twoo”  seems a little lacking in its description of such a dominant, haunting sound which commands the landscape as it travels for miles around.  It’s more like “Hellooooooo ….. is anyone out there?”  “Hellooooooo ….. can anyone hear me?  I lay and listen to the pattern and count the beats between the two hoots, Mr owls perfect musical timing fascinates me.


A few weeks ago someone asked me why we would want to move here.  My answer to that would be that it is worth being here just for the joy of listening to those birds, and I hope I never lose the feeling I have as I climb those stairs and listen in wonder to the Peak District Nighttime Choir.



Love Alison x













Wild beauty in the Peaks.

It’s been raining … A LOT!!  Not just in the Peak District but in Derbyshire and England in general.  I’m sure we are all longing to feel the warmth of the sun on our faces, and the general feeling of well being that a warm sunny day brings.  Hopefully, better weather is ahead, but I guess if it wasn’t for the good old English rain then we wouldn’t have the luscious greens of the trees and fields, and the vibrant colors of the wildflowers in the meadows.  I have never seen dandelions look so pretty as they pepper the Peaks.


I’m now in my third month living in the Peak District and I am struck by how much more beautiful, and colorful the flowers seem.  Maybe it’s just that I have more time to enjoy them as time seems slower here, or maybe its because it rains a lot more!  Whatever the reason our wildflowers are extremely pretty and well worth sharing.


Nothing beats a drive down a winding country lane, banks laden with all sorts of  ‘wild beauty’.


And for a closer look!


I love Bluebells.  They hold so many memories for many of us I’m sure.  Did you have a Bluebell wood in your childhood?  I can remember searching for a white one but rarely finding one.

Turning another corner and something edible ….Wild Garlic!  I only discovered this last year but the leaves are delicious made into a pesto with pine nuts and parmesan.  In fact, my tea tonight is spaghetti with wild garlic pesto …. Yummy.



Down another winding lane,


More wild beauty quietly waiting.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little journey down a Peak District country lane, It’s amazing what is right before our eyes if we just stop a while and take the time to look a little closer.


and now home….

Love Alison x
















Lambs in the Peaks.

The days are getting lighter and longer, and row upon row of daffodils, like long-legged ladies in bonnets are swaying from side to side in the easterly wind.


However,  nothing says ‘Spring is coming’ more to me than the arrival of adorable fluffy white lambs in the fields.  I’ve always got my camera at the ready at this time of year and normally a visit to a special countryside friend is needed.  This year however I am lucky to be surrounded by lambs in the fields of the Peak District and can’t help but stop as I see them gamboling and skipping innocently across the countryside.

Oops no gamboling or skipping here just lambs sleeping like babies in the midday sun.


There is something about a mothers love whatever the species, the word unconditional ‘springs’ to mind’ as I watched this little guy pushing the limits while his mum just continued to munch away.


Love is patient!


Making friends is fun.  Some of our strongest friendships are the ones we make when we are young.


And it’s always good to spend time with a special friend, one to one.


Nothing is better than when one of your children wanders up to you and says ‘I love you mum’


After a long day gamboling and skipping and sleeping!  It’s time to follow mum, stay close.


Stick together.


Don’t get left behind!!


Gratitude at the end of a long day.




Love Alison











Peacock in the Peaks.

Don’t you just love those unexpected moments in life when something, well, totally unexpected happens?  This morning was one of those moments.  Having just watched a buzzard swooping and gliding through the sky and loving the new experience, a loud hooting was heard coming from the garden so off I dashed camera in hand.


I was in for a complete surprise when I saw this rather majestic lad standing proudly on our garden wall.  I was even more surprised at the thought that peacocks roamed wild in the Peaks, but of course they don’t and I was soon put right on that train of thought but excited none the less at the unexpected photo session standing before me.


Maybe one of my four children had sent it for a quirky Mothers day surprise, but no,  later we were to find out that it belonged to a local farmer who was quite shocked that it had made its way to us.  I assured him however that it was more than welcome to visit again.


Of course, I was hoping that we might get a glimpse of that beautiful tail, but I think a female would have been needed as it is usually for her benefit that he shows off his full glory.


It was just one of those special little moments in life that brings a bit of unexpected excitement and joy into the day ahead and of course I was a little sad when the time came to say goodbye.


Do come again!


Love Alison x