Is taking over and there’s nothing we can do. No anecdote about sombreros, no antidotes or arm filling, no detracting word will force a surrender – they’re here and that’s it, so live with it! That’s what Sandie tells me.
The original Welsh (OK, English) plant is a modest, unassuming, quiet, dignified solitary coloniser or verge, path and river bank, and it gets on doing what it does best without fanfare, trumpet or vuvuzela. And because it does that, and has done for centuries, it speaks volumes of our heritage, history and breathes the very essence of what it is to be Welsh (OK, British).
Don’t tell the wokes (I won’t pander to them by giving them a leading capital), but up with this invasion of our lives and enjoyment of an English (OK, Welsh) garden we will not put.
We’re serving them with an ASVO, an Anti Spanish Variant Order, so there!
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…