Time up in the wild flower meadow. Good to trample the seeds in, and trim the grass to give them a vitamin boost, but we’ve got to ration it. The Donks aren’t allowed in, but their displeasure is made very clear with a bellyache (lovely word, very descriptive, glad I’ve found a use for it).
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can…
Pannage is the name in the New Forest for anti-acorn operations, when pigs are allowed…
This morning, the first cold morning of the winter, coincided with the Autumn Equinox. The…
We’ve done very well this year, and time to pick the Cox’s Orange which we…
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…