Strange old year “weatherwise” (dislike that habit of adding “wise” to words – my temperaturewise rises). Almost no rain in April and now times more rain than an average May. Decided to put the peas and french beans out and now for the second morning a temperaturewise of two degrees.
Looking out at five-thirty this morning and dawn has broken, the mist is creeping up the river and rolling out into the fields.
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp,…
by any other name. Browsing the local Facebook group (useful for local news, gossip and…
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a…