Recycling, or upcycling - I'm not sure which, but this once apple tree bole is now home to some sweet…
is around. The silent killer that stalks its prey without call, whose wings are modified to not make a noise…
No idea what that might mean, but we are currently pre-occupied with the solar panels. A leak in the bedroom…
the Spanish version. The wild flower meadow seems to have spread further and more adventurously this year, in the fields…
My Mother's favourite flower and ours, the fragrance of the older, un-varagated forms are unbelievable, full of pepper and happy…
"I go to the lavattory [sic] On Wednesdays I go shopping and have buttered scones for tea". Lyrics from Monty…
Whilst I was taking a breather from my mega-chainsawing, I noticed a tadpole in the water. How magnificent is nature,…
The May bank holiday marks four years since we took on board the dogs - two rescue greyhounds, Rosie and…
Comfrey. Rosie loves to eat the leaves of this plant. Here she tip toes through it. For humans, the plant…
Or three at our favourite coffee #1 in Brecon. Joan insisted on a morning out (“I wanna go”!), so it’d…