Pannage is the name in the New Forest for anti-acorn operations, when pigs are allowed on to the common land to consume […]
See the Narbeth post for why we are here. Where? The town is a delightful mix of nostalgia for end of railway […]
As you know I like shadows. Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One cannot even […]
Fifty years ago, or so, someone decided to plant a Cypress tree. Or, a bird ate a seed of the said tree, […]
All is calm (now), all shall be well (at last). The power of the river is to be seen to be believed. […]
At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock – midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of sorts for […]
..the fruits of the garden are now emerging in excess. A cold wet start to the season combined with slugs and pigeons […]
You can’t see where I’ve painted? Three years on, and the barn roof needs a top up coat of plasticiser. Lots of […]
