Pause the poo, shudder at the thought of shower. We(e) forgot to book the sewage man! Should be done every…
Strange old year “weatherwise” (dislike that habit of adding “wise” to words - my temperaturewise rises). Almost no rain in…
Apples are the key to Eden. The gentle hum (buzz is too noisy a word) of bees, the grasshopper chirruping,…
The highest surge we’ve had so far this winter has been 4’6” above normal, we’ll see how high we go…
Who knows what happens once we go to bed...? And not just us, maybe even in your household... https://youtu.be/5IIzcyyd5jo
Our statuesque sycamores against the bluest of blue skies. No aircraft con-trails either. We had a tree surgeon give us…
not for the faint-hearted - read this if you are prepared to be shocked as to how we while away…
Two of the best bits about living here is the butchers Mr. Morgan in Builth never fails to impress. …
Not quite what poet Percy Bysshe Shelley said, the full, correct, version that a poetryphile would recognise is “if winter…