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

July 2017

  A plant that is in flower this month is Privet, except we rarely see these blooms because this is used primarily as a hedging plant and will be constantly trimmed which will remove the buds. Left to its own … Continue reading

June 2017

  This month, and during July and August, the Yellow flag iris is in flower. This plant likes to have wet feet and Norfolk provides ideal conditions where it grows on lake and river edges and on marshland. It reproduces … Continue reading

May 2017

  Beautiful May, the month of lacy lanes with Cow parsley lining the roadside verges. A delicate member of the umbellifer family, also called Queen Ann’s lace, this plant is related to carrots, celery and the parsley that we use … Continue reading

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