Stramble, or somewhere between an amble, or a stroll, but those two words indicate an objective or purpose which is not why I’m beside the Wye. I’m here to take the flavour, smell the smells, listen to the sound track without being on a track, or even a treck.
I’m struck by the absence of foxgloves compared with previous years. Heigh Ho, the ones that have appeared are opening with the first flowers of early summer.
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can…
Pannage is the name in the New Forest for anti-acorn operations, when pigs are allowed…
This morning, the first cold morning of the winter, coincided with the Autumn Equinox. The…
We’ve done very well this year, and time to pick the Cox’s Orange which we…
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…