and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden!
Not quite sure, in fact don’t know from whence she came, but she has made her mark (and I don’t mean just poo) and struts imperiously round talking to herself in a four-syllable little burble. She is cleaning out the beds of slugs and wiggies and remarkably little collateral damage (As opposed to chickens).
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the turn of the year. Snowdrops, crocus, daffodils […]
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have arrived, and… checked out the accommodation. First […]
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the interior designer has had a moment, the […]
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
