The gas man came to call”. So goes the Flanders and Swan song. Dunno? Link here: The song has partial relevance to […]
As you know I like shadows. Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One cannot even […]
Spring has sprung, despite the cold Easter(ly) wind today. “I remember when we had snow at Easter in the olden days…”. “You […]
Took the dogs walking and opened the gate to a lovely surprise. The top of a dying fir tree had been blown […]
You can’t see where I’ve painted? Three years on, and the barn roof needs a top up coat of plasticiser. Lots of […]
Working by the river Wye, listening to the music it produces and being constantly bemused by its variations on a theme is […]
The weather has taken a turn, and about time with all the rain we have had. A few days of cold can’t […]
… and the perfect job to get in the mood. Restocking the log store. The tree-fellers sagely commented when told of my […]
It’s hackneyed I know, I recall daring and provocative civil servants coming out with that risqué phrase laden as it is with […]
