and Taylor is settling in well. Well, not so well maybe. Following the sad and quick demise of George (his…
Another new digit to become familiar with, another feeling of unsureness when handwriting a date and questioning whether you’ve got…
Fifty years ago, or so, someone decided to plant a Cypress tree. Or, a bird ate a seed of the…
All is calm (now), all shall be well (at last). The power of the river is to be seen to…
Time up in the wild flower meadow. Good to trample the seeds in, and trim the grass to give them…
Taking the hound - George, the rescue greyhound, on his much enjoyed sniffathons at this time of year is characterised…
At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock - midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of…
Not your every day question about your life choices, but intriguing names of heritage tomatoes. Around the end of May…
As my old grandpappy never said. “When you want the hedge cut, boy, always choose a windy day. Or listen…
Greyhounds are 40 mph couch potatoes. One walk a day and one run per day are (should be) sufficient for…