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.
Three months into playing in the tunnel, what is it looking like? https://youtu.be/L9Da85uCQUQ?is=4wKPIP_pLAxEz5gp
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
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…