Tor Falcon: Diary of a Wild Place

Or, an artist's unscientific study of the natural world. Copyright Tor Falcon http://www.torfalcon.co.uk

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Apr 20
Green therapy - the effect of newly emerged spring foliage on one’s well-being, is free and open to everyone. It doesn’t involve whale music or taking your clothes off. There’s no gobbledegook, no needles and you absolutely don’t have to talk about yourself.


Tor Falcon

Green therapy - the effect of newly emerged spring foliage on one’s well-being, is free and open to everyone. It doesn’t involve whale music or taking your clothes off. There’s no gobbledegook, no needles and you absolutely don’t have to talk about yourself.

Tor Falcon


Apr 14
Spring arrived here on a  Monday morning with the first blackcaps. She actually walked past me on a carpet of dogs mercury with plum blossom twisted through her hair. Chiffchaff’s sang and balsam poplars scented the air. Hawthorn broke into leaf and apple blossom buds, blushed.

She is a hundred miles north by now but her magic is still strong. It’s in every oak tree flower and in each pair of tiny hazel leaves. Bumble bees now have dandelions and dandelions have bumblebees. And then yesterday, a swallow. Welcome home beloved slicer through the air.

Tor Falcon

Spring arrived here on a  Monday morning with the first blackcaps. She actually walked past me on a carpet of dogs mercury with plum blossom twisted through her hair. Chiffchaff’s sang and balsam poplars scented the air. Hawthorn broke into leaf and apple blossom buds, blushed.

She is a hundred miles north by now but her magic is still strong. It’s in every oak tree flower and in each pair of tiny hazel leaves. Bumble bees now have dandelions and dandelions have bumblebees. And then yesterday, a swallow. Welcome home beloved slicer through the air.

Tor Falcon


Apr 6
Spring Hedge, Binham, April 2014  pastel on paper
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Spring Hedge, Binham, April 2014  pastel on paper

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Mar 30

Drive west for six hours and you will come to a small crossroads. Turn right and with each 360 degree downhill bend, time thickens. At the timeless bottom of this narrow valley look up and you’ll see trees fringing a perfect green arc over a farm that’s balancing on trees above a cow shed over your head. A heard of sheep, one above the other, trail newborn lambs along narrow terraces. Moss climbs to the tops of trees and hangs off in tendrils. Ferns grow in moss in the crowns of trees. Life is stacked high in this complicated network of steep sided valleys. Each little trickle that joins the stream, lies in the bottom of it’s own deep ravine, creating a maze of hidden gullies, treacled with time, completely snaring the unwary traveller.


Mar 25
The Hangs, March 2014  pastel on paper  30x30cm
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The Hangs, March 2014  pastel on paper  30x30cm

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Mar 23
North Norfolk, March 2014  pastel on paper  30x30cm
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North Norfolk, March 2014  pastel on paper  30x30cm

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Mar 16
Wiveton Downs, March 2014  pastel on paper  30x30cm
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Wiveton Downs, March 2014  pastel on paper  30x30cm

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Mar 9

March, It’s Still Winter In Cumbria.

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Even Moz, my up for anything companion, began to complain about the cold. We had been sitting on a sodden Cumbrian bank for over an hour, me drawing, her waiting. Chilled through and with damp bottoms, we headed home. Chris saluted us cheerily with the news that this was the warmest day of the year so far. As I shivered and Moz began to whine, the look on his face told me exactly what he thought of my soft southern sensibilities. 

A few days later and twenty four hours of strong winds and rain of biblical proportions, we had acclimatised! Moz chose to stay by the fire while I went out to draw, wearing two coats and carrying a chunk of foam in a bin bag to sit on.

As we drove home yesterday, the thermometer in the car went from four degrees to fourteen. We have sat about outside all day, in the sun, trying to acclimatise ourselves back, to spring in the south of England.


Mar 2

March, Early Queen Bees.

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I wonder if the Queen bumble bees that I saw earlier this week have emerged from their hibernation too soon. The pussy willow is a week or two away from flowering. The odd blackthorn bush is in flower and there is a bit of gorse and a few daisies, but is that enough for a huge and very hungry bumble bee who may have been in hibernation since as long ago as June? Can she find enough food to sustain her through nest building, egg laying and feeding her grubs? Oh dear, Queen Bees, I think you may have jumped the gun. It was a perfect day that fooled us all into believing that spring was here.


Feb 24
Marsh Track, February 2014
pastel on paper
30x30cm
Tor Falcon

Marsh Track, February 2014
pastel on paper
30x30cm
Tor Falcon


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