The shear joy of taking your coat off on a warm spring day. To cast off the dirty, cumbersome, restricting, weighty history of the last twelve months.
Simon (the fence) gives our girls this treat every year, and this year his two sons join him. Are they following in their father’s footsteps- who knows, but they’re eager to help. Simon’s father, Barry (the burger), gave way and the generations revolve, and this is the way of things.
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…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…