Ninety minutes or so away is the Victorian/Edwardian town of Great Malvern. And what a pleasant, clean, well maintained, freshly painted and welcoming town it is.
Even the empty shop units looked loved, but interestingly there were few of them. Allegedly symptomatic hinting of a sub/ culture we know not of, the excess of barber shops with nobody in them points to a proliferation of magic money trees.
Some very inventive independents that have taken care and patience in their merchandising and a lovely bacon and egg sarnie in what was a butcher’s shop some years ago. And, friendly people.
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…