Little Green

I love the smell of ferns, they remind me of where I grew up in the Forest of Dean. There were hundreds of them, and we used to pull our hands along the stems so that all the leaves came off.

'Just a little green, like the colour when the spring is born'

Hello internet..

It seems silly to start a blog now. I'm going travelling soon and if I have less than a month to do something then I won't do it. But I wanted to make a start because my 'I'll do it later' attitude is getting pretty boring.

I find it difficult to define what this blog will be about (I find it difficult to even work out how to use a blog) but I'm sure everything will start to make sense in time..

I'll leave it at that for now I think..