Working by the river Wye, listening to the music it produces and being constantly bemused by its variations on a theme is one of my favourite occupations.
On a Spring day with the strengthening sun casting striated patterns and now strong enough to bring Dol y Fan into focus with its scattered sheep grazing it is surely near enough to being heavenly.
I am logging again and taking arm-thick branches originally discarded but now weathered, and using a miniature battery operated chain saw to cut them into fire-sized logs and logletts. Replenishing our depleted winter stores whilst we have the opportunity.
It feels a bit false to say that because we have only known the greenhouse…
Yes, there are dull days in January. Dull, dreary, dreich, cold, freezing, snowy (or “wintry…
We had a software glitch which rendered the site unstable. We are glad to report…
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).