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!
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…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…