OK, let’s not dwell on this, I fell in the Wye, I know, act your age, “I told you not to get wet feet” – my mother used to tell me, but it’s true, let’s get it out there – I was jumping from clump to clump and fell in!
Left boot = 1.5 pints, right one = damp lining. Left foot wet and squelchy, but then the more you walk, the warmer it became. It’s a bit like wetting the bed in reverse! I went to look at the river after the latest surge…
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There are at least three tree trunks resting against the top end of the island
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This is the same view last summer.
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…
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It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…