Hey you lot! Spring is here, I promise. Just look at the blackthorn! Me in the Guardian today...

If walls could speak.
Ghost gable with brick tumbled verge (triangular sections), captured, like a fly in amber, in a later building, in Sandwich, Kent.

I learnt one of the neighbourhood cat's names today. That's always a very good day.

We loved you, little copter. You will always have a very special place in our hearts. Fraser even helped to make a whole toy to honour you and celebrate you, and it won an award and everything. Thank you for showing us the bigness and wonder of everything. #ThanksIngenuity

Well, you did it. You all came for January. You hounded it, called it names, wished it gone. And now it’s dead, and we’ll never see it again, and you have to live with the guilt, and the blood of a perfectly good month on your hands. I hope you’re satisfied.

Unless Israel changes course, it could be legally culpable for mass starvation

Gaza is on the brink of famine. If the US and UK fail to use every possible lever to stop the catastrophe, they will be complicit

theguardian.com/commentisfree/…

This is BRILLIANT. And hilarious. And scarily true.

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New writing from me today! I find everything meaningful and I'm so glad that I do.

open.substack.com/pub/bimblings/…

New writing from me today! I find everything meaningful and I'm so glad that I do.

open.substack.com/pub/bimblings/…

Gorgeous writing as ever from Josie George. This time about the magic of trees in winter. ❤️

Country diary: Why do we stare at bare winter trees? | Josie George theguardian.com/environment/20…

‘the vulnerability of something stopped still & laid bare, all the stories that lie hidden…’ a wonderful
Country diary from the inimitable Josie George

Country diary: Why do we stare at bare winter trees? | Josie George theguardian.com/environment/20…

A beautifully healing edition of Country diary by Josie George