Took the dogs walking and opened the gate to a lovely surprise. The top of a dying fir tree had been blown off. I had been watching this for some time wondering how to fell the tree, but I puzzle no more.
It became the perch for wood pigeons getting friendly with one another, the buzzard used it for spying on prey, and the red kite had a post meal doze on it.
Anyway, to work. I have to be a bit speedy as the river is rising with the overnight rain and I don’t want this whisked away.
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…