As you know I like shadows. Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One…
Spring has sprung, despite the cold Easter(ly) wind today. “I remember when we had snow at Easter in the olden…
Took the dogs walking and opened the gate to a lovely surprise. The top of a dying fir tree had…
You can’t see where I’ve painted? Three years on, and the barn roof needs a top up coat of plasticiser.…
Working by the river Wye, listening to the music it produces and being constantly bemused by its variations on a…
The weather has taken a turn, and about time with all the rain we have had. A few days of…
… and the perfect job to get in the mood. Restocking the log store. The tree-fellers sagely commented when told…
It’s hackneyed I know, I recall daring and provocative civil servants coming out with that risqué phrase laden as it…
All good things come to re-visit one. Mayglothling time again and the very nice man is coupling up (not a…