Monthly Archives: January 2018

It was a balmy 12°C in Stratford this morning, and many of the waterfowl were behaving as though it was already spring. This pair of coots had adopted some of the debris that was brought down into the Avon by … Continued

One day I will actually topple over backwards doing this – and like the (fortunately) apocryphal penguins which were reportedly buzzed by bored RAF pilots in the Falkland islands, I will then just have to lie there, feebly waving my … Continued

The roundabout of weather seems to have parked itself back at dark and dank, so the concept of getting out and about with the camera today was not enticing. Instead I thrashed through some more old files, and then sacrificed … Continued

The Ballet Mistress had always told her that she had the legs of a penguin and the feet of a duck, and finding herself unexpectedly elevated from the Corps de Ballet to play the Black Swan, Eunice was feeling the … Continued

This is another post in my occasional series: The Knackered Old Bridges of the West Midlands. The strange roundabout of our winter weather delivered an unexpectedly fine and sunny day today, so after breakfasting on chocolate panettone (which I heartily … Continued

They’re really quite big, aren’t they? Certainly I think the chap with the pushchair thought so, though to be fair, they were a lot closer to him than to me. Dad and Junior apparently took this low-level flight along the … Continued

My plan to get out and about today was frustrated by the car deciding to play up, which put me into the kind of mood in which you wouldn’t want to have to be trying to hold a reasonable conversation … Continued

I’m currently trying to push through a project that should have been completed three months ago, and which is causing me so much stress that I’ve finally forced myself to grit my teeth, woman up, buckle down, and apply some … Continued

Everything is still looking very brown around here at the moment – except for the things that are grey. Or brown and grey. So if you’re a small grey and brown thing, and a human invades the orchard where you … Continued

I love fossils, and when I was walking through the market in Stratford a few months ago, and saw a man selling some on a stall, I couldn’t resist going to have a quick rummage. This is a goniatite, which … Continued