The Seasons

Back to normal…

At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock - midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of…

1 year ago

From a poor start…

..the fruits of the garden are now emerging in excess. A cold wet start to the season combined with slugs…

1 year ago

Isia- the morning after…

Took the dogs walking and opened the gate to a lovely surprise. The top of a dying fir tree had…

2 years ago

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