Harry

September creeps up on us…

More evidence that late Summer is now with us. A lovely misty morning taking the dogs for their early stroll.…

5 years ago

… and the goose is getting fat.

The morning walk with the dogs is taking on a different character now. It’s the bank holiday and the last…

5 years ago

A sky…

on a Friday morning. Is that a front? Or a back? Or the back of the front, who knows? But…

5 years ago

“Push on”…

she said! HRH is getting into the stride of this being pushed malarkey. “Stop!”, “back a bit”, “over there”, “if…

5 years ago

The excursion is booked…

the picnic is planned, the pacamac is stowed, the folding rain hat has been stretched and re-folded, the seats have…

5 years ago

Joan at 95.

An excuse for a family gathering to celebrate Joan’s birthday. The first gathering since Covid re-wrote the rules on travelling,…

5 years ago

Lost and not found…

I’m sorry to report that I’ve lost it.  Finally, gone doolally, bonkers, unhinged, maniacal, deranged, potty and turned into a…

5 years ago

Tulip time…

The heavy rain yesterday knocked off, down one of the tulip tree flower buds. They are magnificent on the tree,…

5 years ago

A morning shopping…

At the Old Railway Line, Three Cocks. In view of the latest news on Covid, and a personal phone call…

5 years ago

Lawn cutting…

Always attracts their attention! Donks should not be fed lawn clippings as they are too rich, too easy to gorge,…

5 years ago