Well, everything’s gone mad! Dry April, wetter than usual May, and more to the point, it was colder than usual.…
Strange old year “weatherwise” (dislike that habit of adding “wise” to words - my temperaturewise rises). Almost no rain in…
I haven’t seen or heard a Lark for years, and now I’ve taken a photo of one I still can’t…
“Oh! Doctor, I’ve a problem”. “Oh! Goodness gracious me, how outrageous...” as Peter Seller’s song went. The meerest breath, the…
Is taking over and there’s nothing we can do. No anecdote about sombreros, no antidotes or arm filling, no detracting…
April was the driest for some years, and not for the first time we had an absence of April showers…
Native bluebells are out and springing up in the most unlikely places. Just singles, maybe a couple or a small…
Apples are the key to Eden. The gentle hum (buzz is too noisy a word) of bees, the grasshopper chirruping,…
Off to Andrew’s farm to top us up on barley straw. Such a cold and dry Spring has meant that…
Near the river gate we put a fence to protect the entrance from the Donks who persisted in eating the…