A Natural Interest

Natural history has been a lifelong passion for me and I’m very grateful that I was born with such a consuming interest. It doesn’t matter where you are there is always something to see, whether it’s that tenacious Buddleia growing out of a building, twelve feet up, ants running about on a pavement, deer dashing across a field or snakes in the compost heap, life is never boring. Seventeen years working as a veterinary nurse brought me into contact with many wildlife patients and they taught me a lot about themselves. After a few years nursing I felt I needed another angle to my job, so did a teacher training course and taught animal care at an agricultural college.

Norfolk is a wonderful county in which to live for those of us who have an interest in natural history and I’m pleased to share this diary, which first appeared in ‘Town & Country News,’ with you all. I hope that my observations and thoughts will give you pleasure. I am always interested to hear about anything you may come across in the natural world and if you have any questions I will try my best to answer them for you.

Email me on sheila@norfolknaturediary.uk

© Sheila Sims

April 2017

 ‘April is the  cruellest  month’ wrote T.S.Elliot for the opening line of his poem ‘The Waste Land’, but he  wasn’t  the most  cheerful poet in the  world.  Much more apt are Robert Browning’s first lines ‘Oh to be in England … Continue reading

March 2017

  Although the seasons are definitely changing, with mild winters meaning that some things start earlier than they used to, March is still the best month for daffodils. However, the truly native flower, the one that inspired Wordsworth to write … Continue reading

February 2017

    When you look at the stunning skies we have in Norfolk, it’s no wonder that people used to think that heaven must be up there somewhere. Religious paintings often depicted God on his throne in the sky, surrounded … Continue reading

January 2017

A cold January afternoon. Rush, our youngest Lurcher, is sitting by the window counting pigeons and the other two are dozing, occupying a sofa each; no room for humans to sit down in this house. (I really must be firmer … Continue reading