Past Events

It's 5am on Sunday morning; the day of the Wheatfen Bird Ringing demonstration, and an unhealthily early start on what used to be called the “day of rest”. I’ve always…

The day of the Wheatfen Winter Walk had crept up on me fast. With there being so much to do around the fen this time of the year, I have…

Hairy Nuts Disco – now that's a phrase which could refer to all manner of shenanigans; let your mind run wild. Poisonpie, Deceiver, Scurfy Twiglet and Fenugreek Stalkball, just another…

September’s harvest moon rose gracefully over the far side of Home Marsh, a pale orb of glowing white elegantly climbing over the reedbed. Its eerie light reflected down to cast…

“Don’t’ worry, the wind is definitely going to die down by this evening.” I am unsure how many times I said this on the Saturday of the moth trapping event!…

There are a handful of days throughout the working year when everything seems to click into place.  On such rare days, luck is with you and everything that you wish…