Of gorse it is in flower, at this time of year. Remarkable as it seems, differing bushes, or even stems, of gorse can flower on a whim, as they think fit. Here we are in mid-November and this group is content to attempt to attract the last flying pollinators of the year
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).
For the cooks. Fifteen female pheasants strolled down the track, cool as you like, no…
There’s snow warning like no warning, like no warning we know. Not had one this…