Proudly buck the trend. Dare to be different.
~ Fennel Hudson
Be batty, be traditional, and be proud.
Take a step back and view the world through your eyes, not someone else’s. Listen to your heart and decide what you really want.
There is a fine line between fair criticism and jealous assault.
Publish a book before you’re too old to read it without glasses.
Writing with a biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.
Proper writing ink comes in a bottle, can be swirled like brandy in a glass, and smells like apple blossom after rain.
As with writing by candlelight, one’s greatest ideas come from ‘the flickering’ between darkness and light.
Committing your thoughts and feelings to words is like putting your soul on a plate and hoping the diners will like what they eat.
Every layer of complexity creates greater distance from life’s simple truths.
To not use a talent to the best of your ability is to stifle the thing that makes you most special. It is like plucking the wings off a butterfly.
Books are the most important of all my possessions. They capture the thoughts, feelings, dreams and lives of their authors, welcoming us into their worlds and inspiring us to emulate their adventures.
Listen to your heart, not your head.
Traditional angling is a mindset. So,have you set your mind?
As an angler and a gardener, I cherish each drop of rain that falls.
One cannot help but identify with the life-giving quality of water, not just to quench our thirst, but for our emotional and spiritual wellbeing.
Lake water, even when boiled, has an effect on my digestive system similar to the movement of a hangman’s trapdoor.
Organic life cannot be far from water.
If I can’t garden in it, then I won’t wear it.
Satnav will get us quickly and all-too-predictably from A to B, but the path of life is more interesting when we’re allowed to explore the side streets.
There comes a time in one’s life, perhaps in middle age, when we stop and assess who we are, and the life we have.
Sounds simple, doesn’t it, this notion of simplicity? Simple things done simply by a simple person. But it’s not as simple as it seems.
December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.
You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.
It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.
Stop – Unplug – Escape – Enjoy.’ This is the message of the Priory, and the key to enjoying a peaceful and rewarding life.
It is possible to escape the complexities, challenges and pace of modern life. All we have to do is close our eyes and picture a quiet world where time moves slowly.
The speed of modern life is an oppressive thing, and the corporate world is quick to punish those with an honest heart.
Isolation serves as the ideal antidote to the bone-aching stresses of work.
The ever-increasing weight of responsibilities that enmeshes our lives keeps us locked into the system. We become the pulse that keeps the beast alive, but the cost is our own lives. The natural world around us shrinks, crushed beneath the suffocating might of work.
Identity and self-belief: a courage that swells from within, borne of waters drunk deeply.
Cherish the moment and the time in which you live.
I dropped my gardening tools, threw my bicycle over a hedge and went in search of fortunes laid beneath the hangman’s noose.
Being here is such a contrast to where I’d otherwise be.
A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.
We have a calling: a need to be close to Nature, where she may cleanse our souls and wash away the stresses of yesterday. It is emotional recompense for the cost of living.
Savour a slow-paced contented life.
I wish for a simple life.
Leaving the rat race is easy. All you have to do is quit your job, sell your house, and go and live in a tent in the middle of nowhere. It’s staying out of the rat race that’s tricky.
I like to start slowly, and then ease up as the day progresses.
