Polypody polypody

Springing from the dyke,

Polypody polypody

Nestling in the soft moss,

Polypody polypody

High up in the tree.

Hawthorn – old thorn,

Home to our fern,

Crab-apple , beech tree,

Oak, ash and elder;

Glimpsed through ivy –

On gatepost, gryke and dry-stone wall

Chinks in lime mortar and wizend bark –

Your laddered fronds wavering in the wind.

Polypody polypody

Weathering the storm,

Polypody polypody

Withering in drought,

Polypody polypody

Frozen hard in winter,

Polypody polypody

Brightest green in spring.





It’s raining acorns all around,

Tock-docking through the glade,

Sunburst glints, waving leaves,

Dancing with the wind.


Lull; lace winged silhouettes rise,

Flitting in slanting sunbeams,

Silver gossamer floats shimmering,

The fusty sweet scent of autumn.


Lying in a bed of russet and gold,

Beneath your spikey carapace

A soft whiteness enfolds you.

A crack; wakened by the light,


Opening a dark eye

To the cool, bright morning

Your brown marbled beauty

Brightens my October day.




Sense of Here

The knowing and feeling of place

Tom Björklund • Artist and Illustrator

The First Ten Words by Rich Larson

Because a guy has to keep his chops sharp


Living the dream of a prehistoric human

Archaeology and Heritage Digital Recording

Low cost recording technologies

The Stone Rows of Great Britain

Big, Small, Short, Tall, Have we got 'em all?


studio pottery and ceramic sculpture by Jenny Mackenzie Ross

Duddon Dig

The survey and excavation of three longhouses in the Duddon Valley

Neil's Mountains

Exploring the mountains and wild places of Britain and Ireland

Archaeology Orkney

UHI Archaeology Institute

Neolithic And Early Bronze Age Research Student Symposium

Annual Conference for Postgraduate Researchers