It’s hackneyed I know, I recall daring and provocative civil servants coming out with that risqué phrase laden as it is with innuendo and double entendre. But it does sum up one’s attire.
Damart and British Thermals (not a paid advertisement please – Ed.) are covering the more and least important bits as the temperature hovers around minus eleven.
Animals are all fed and watered, constantly, to the point of cancelling today’s planned trip to Abergavenny for breakfast and last minute shopping. We can’t risk them going without. Both fires and the central heating are flat out – snug though!
Hot weather on the way, and we don’t like it. We generally don’t stop, there’s…
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…