The Seasons

Scrumping

Technically I’m not of course but I do like saying the word redolent as it is of climbing fences, taking…

2 years ago

I’m crabby…

Never, who me? A crabby old man? Rushes to Google- “: easily irritated : peevish and irritable : grouchy. a…

2 years ago

“Am I alone…

in thinking…” as all letters to Beeb feedback style programmes seem to start. As exercised as I get by Beeb…

2 years ago

The wild meadow

AKA the orchard. You may remember that we had the two aged (- 300 years?) Sycamores topped and reduced in…

2 years ago

Violets are blue…

Dilly, Dilly. Indeed they are, and they’re invading the meadow by the pond. They’re difficult to photograph and these attempts…

2 years ago

Holes in socks…

Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being…

2 years ago

Clock change…

Couldn’t think of anything else to do, so wandered through the garden to the river. Always a thought provoking and…

2 years ago