Comments and observations about Radnorshire
Yes, there are dull days in January. Dull, dreary, dreich, cold, freezing, snowy (or “wintry mix” as Apple weather app calls it), […]
There’s snow warning like no warning, like no warning we know. Not had one this early in winter before.
The “foreign” blackbirds haven’t arrived yet, so the evenings are less noisy with the sounds of the locals staking out territory. The […]
The first frost of the year and Dol-y-Fan is looking good in the early morning sun. Not a deep one, but enough […]
Of gorse it is in flower, at this time of year. Remarkable as it seems, differing bushes, or even stems, of gorse […]
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly , and it […]
Ninety minutes or so away is the Victorian/Edwardian town of Great Malvern. And what a pleasant, clean, well maintained, freshly painted and […]
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp, because it’s there as Hilary said of […]
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a hundred yards away, barely visible in a […]
