Fennel Hudson quotes:

Study the nature around you, but also within you.

Walk free from the long shadows cast by small people.

Wear your heart on your sleeve. Write about what you think and feel. And share it with your friends.

It was a country life, a precious existence.

Have courage to go your own way and fulfil the dreams that are unique and important to you.

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.

The young man only looks to the future because he has lived little; the old man looks to the past because he has little left to live.

Writing ink is the magic that allows nothing to become something. It catches the fleeting idea and seeks out the glances of those who wish to see. Even a random ink splat will mean something to someone.

Throughout history people have gazed at the skies in wonder. You only have to stand at the base of a church steeple to understand why.

Cherish the moment and the time in which you live.

Individuality and creativity are slowly dampened by a normal job with normal people.

Time alone helps us to remember who we are.

Freedom within is embodied in things as well as people. Like coins tossed into a wishing well, they contain our hopes and dreams.

Dive deep and make your discovery.

Nature, in her untamed state, is savage and unrelenting.

Creative people need strong encouragement.

Everything from the humble woodlouse to specks of dust moving through a ray of sunlight. Each tells a story.

People might consider you eccentric for being different, but this is good. Leaders and visionaries are not conformists afraid of standing out.

As the daydreams grew longer, the distinction between what was real and what was imaginary grew less. Soon I existed in a blissful world of my own creation.

A pen transmits the voice of the soul.

If a pen can communicate our thoughts, dreams, and emotions and be the voice of our soul, then ink is the medium that carries the message.

As an angler and a gardener, I cherish each drop of rain that falls.

Only the present exists. The past is gone, and the future has not yet happened. There is only ever time present.

If ever the adventure proves tiring, or you lose sight of your dream, look to the west at sunset. There, on days when the skies are clear, you might see upon the horizon a thin layer of amber mist. When it appears, you will know its purpose: it is the mist of believing.

Choice is the mortar that binds together the things that make us who we are.

I keep on dreaming, but to find freedom, one must first search inwards.

I am happiest sitting against a tree, with my notebook or sketchpad on my knee, capturing the moment.

Life, as I see it, wraps around us, even when we think we are firmly embracing it.

It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.

Nature, it seems, has a way of returning things to how they should be.

The more we try to control nature, the more imbalanced our world becomes.

The real world, in my opinion, exists in the countryside, where Nature goes about her quiet business and brings us greatest pleasure.

Real life is to be found in natural things that have meaning.

Stop and unplug, say I; look around you, at the vastness and greatness of the natural world.Some stop. Others need binoculars to tie their shoelaces.

Nature haters? We know them too well: lifeless creatures created without emotion or aware of anything that is peripheral to their purpose.

As the natural world grows smaller, so too does its intensity and the size of the window through which it may be viewed.

I propose that it only matters that you attempt to catch a fish. Doing so brings you close to nature.

May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.