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.
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…