… 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 […]
A definite job at this time of year is gutter cleaning. Also known as truffling cleaning around here. A term I hadn’t […]
The first winter after the trees were trimmed. I think we may have a difficult time convincing the village that the finished […]
It’s that time of year again, and a visit to Three Cocks is called for. When she first moved here, Joan could […]
As regular readers will recall, the garden is predominately a Spring one, when swathes of daffodils of all shapes and sizes duly […]
Remember the log which was abandoned by the storm in February? Well it’s still here despite the first surge of Winter attempting […]
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It is coming to the end of the summer and last gasps and thrusting shoots are the order of the day almost […]
Daughter is a real scene stealer now that she is putting her winter coat on.
