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.
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
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…