The soft option. And jolly enjoyable it was too,
but the work ethic is still strong, so I’ve been told to get some jobs done (it’s all in his head you know -Ed.).
So I’m back to decisions…. what to do? Cut up logs? Too noisy for a sleepy Sunday. Chase sparrows off the sprouts? Pointless. Take photos? Too energetic. Finish another page/chapter? Mmmmm.
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII for their similarities in sound made during flight. […]
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and even some distant thunder, a stroll through […]
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the turn of the year. Snowdrops, crocus, daffodils […]
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not quite sure, in fact don’t know from […]
