Author Archives: Sarah Hunter-Rodwell

And the storm came as a rainbow from the heavens. Striking but one house, in one valley, by one river. Leaving just one pot of gold.

I wake early – very early. The sun yawns as it’s eye gradually opens and the earth awakens alongside me. Even in the shadows a little preemptive song echoes through the silence. Not for long. That daily glimpse was awaited – Arias composed in tiny heads suddenly burst forth. I am engulfed in the celebrationContinue reading “GoodMorningTree”

Wow – how scary is this! Today (well actually as I write this was 2 days ago!) I am 66, in lockdown and sitting in bed under a pile of snoring dogs happily drinking tea at 7 in the morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and all in all it is prettyContinue reading “Let’s start with my Birth-day! oh and lambing……”