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.
A twmffat is Welsh for funnel, an affectionate name for a complete eejit! Said entity…
Impatiens glandulifera, Himalayan balsam, is a large annual plant native to the Himalayas. Via human…
A gulp of Cormorants. Apparently that’s the collective noun; or a swim (I like that).…
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