Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly , and it sums up an Autumn morning after overnight rain.
A walk along the river full of sparkling rain drops falling off leaves and twigs, and the flash of iridescence from the passing kingfisher.
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…