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.
A gotta-be-done job is stocking up the log store prior to winter. Although with a…
If you’ve been reading you’ll know that Beefy cuts or trims the surrounding hedges with…
What’s one thing you own that holds deep sentimental value? A piece of matter. Interconnected…
This rabbit hole didn’t exist, it’s a non-rabbit hole. At least it was until my…
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The morning after storm Austen and the river has barely risen. Could be that there…