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 takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…