Mischa van den Brandhof invites us on a favourite walk through one of London’s most romantic landscapes.
Given the conditions of the city, it’s a considerable surprise that one of Britain’s rarest and most magnificent orchids has been found in London, says Mathew Frith. Also surprising is its goat-y fragrance.
Readjust your vision and reassess every mark you see, says Helen Babbs, as she gets intimate with London’s lichens.
Past the fancy dress shop, over the tram lines, through the subway and down the alleyway – the Wandle arrived, alive, says Lucy Scott.
Greater yellow rattle blooms now, the spring buttercups lost to a swathe of Yorkshire fog and other grasses I don’t know, says Daniel James Greenwood as he explores Farthing Downs and New Hill.
I lie on my back on the grass and watch the clouds, the only person in this vast decanted housing estate, once home to 3,000 people, says Kirsten Downer.
A high pitched night howler
In a feather suit
Stitches the sodium night
Like a snake-headed crocus
Feelings for spring push through your darkened chest
Intense and sore
Snow covers the Downs. From the town comes the agitated clamour of traffic and, somewhere, the eagerness of a chainsaw, says Daniel James Greenwood.
Cold has spelled the garden while we were sleeping
and has turned the soil to embers, witched the leaves