Category: weather
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Oak hearts
Near the entrance to Old Broom is the first of the old oaks. Its heartwood exposed and ridged like a giant mammoth’s tooth. The children jostle each other with their elbows as they huddle into the door-shaped space, running their fingers around the raised lip of the bark and the exposed surface that marks more…
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A note on a Hebridean boat trip
The boat is swinging like a skidding car as it makes it way down a channel lined by dark grey cliffs. I can hear the engine is gunning but progress is painfully slow. This is where currents meet, two powerful columns of water crashing and somersaulting together in a washing machine of briny muscle. The…
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Note on cloud and rain
I’m driving away from Middleton where I’ve spent most of the day surveying for otters. The weather has been clear and bright, with the sun bouncing off the river in glittering bursts. Joyous. Now heading west towards Yoxford I can see the sky is darkening. When people talk about the heavens opening I have always pictured…
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Dingle Marshes to Doggerland
This was a country diary piece written for Suffolk Magazine. It is a day of bluster and blow, of boiling sea and blistering spray. A time when the coast is truly alive; its shingle pulse roaring and racing with the tide. I’m walking into the wind and on to the shingle ridge that forms the…
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Morning fog
A morning of fog. The temperature feels colder, but still not bitter. The air is sweet with sugar beet, its turnipy fug clinging to my car as I creep towards the A14. The road is busy and slow. Headlamps, brake lights and shifting layers of ground-scraping grey. By the time I reach work the sun…
Matt Gaw 