It’s that time of year again, and a visit to Three Cocks is called for.
When she first moved here, Joan could never quite bring herself to say it, so despite us using its name, she would pointedly use it’s official name of The Old Railway Line Garden Centre. (Welsh garden centre of the, every year, since 1850 (or so it seems) – Ed.)
When they do it they do it well, and of course the COVID years (as we shall no doubt call them- Ed.) had taken its toll, as it did with all retailers.
“I’m not going to do Christmas this year, and I don’t want any more ***** baubles…, nobody ever sees them”. “No of course not”, says Sandie, “what about this one”?
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…