Travelling to and from Iceni Territory over the spring and and summer is such a regular part of our lives that we don't think too much about it. Just celebrating the ability to breathe easier and know that for a few days at least the accent is on leisure. Now we're into autumn and probably the last visit up to the coast for the year, the feeling is different. We were lucky to dodge storm Amy which swung through last weekend and find Norfolk sitting quietly under a high pressu

I first came across the place known as Black Peak when researching the area around Fowlmere in South Cambridgeshire for Tales from Iceni Territory . I read about evidence of Iron Age occupation of probably the least impressive hill to be named a peak in the the United Kingdom. This low lying rise in the ground sits just west of the village and like so much of the neighbouring countryside is now a featureless field. Black Peak However, the more I understood the topography of t

As Boom and I walk the paths and lanes deep in Iceni territory, we see and hear the regular inhabitants of the trees and hedgerow: robin, dunnock, songthrush, blackbird, wren, chaffinch, blackcap and chiff chaff. Goldfinches hustle about in their chattering groups. Overhead, swallows duck and dive and gulls soar. But as April moves into May and June is on the horizon, where are the willow warblers? They should be easy to see or hear. After all, if you refer to your handy fiel