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.
Hot weather on the way, and we don’t like it. We generally don’t stop, there’s…
Three months into playing in the tunnel, what is it looking like? https://youtu.be/L9Da85uCQUQ?is=4wKPIP_pLAxEz5gp
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…