Monthly Archives: February 2016

A leap of faith happens every time I go outside and sit on the patio with the camera: the birds know I’m there, but they’re hungry, and after watching me from the trees for a few minutes they decide that … Continued

It has been a staying indoors kind of day today: fine, but with a bitter north wind that brought me home shivering from Arthur’s walk this morning despite a thick ski jacket. I ventured out into the garden before lunch … Continued

I had another alto section rehearsal this morning, which went very well – which is good because the concert is just three weeks away. Our choirmaster is pretty chipper about it, which isn’t always the case at this stage in … Continued

On the way back from Herefordshire yesterday I called at the only supermarket that lies on my route home. It’s not somewhere I normally shop – a decision strengthened by the rather disturbing smell of fatty meat pies that hung … Continued

I spent the morning doing boring things: the washing machine door lock broke last week, and having had it replaced a couple of days ago I was still working through a backlog of washing; and then I reconciled some accounts, … Continued

If I were the size of a goldfinch, I don’t think I’d choose to argue with a greenfinch – not only are they bigger, but they always look to be scowling ferociously. But goldfinches are feisty little things, and this … Continued

That’s the name of the shrub, of course, not the bee – though now I’ve thought of it I rather like Rosemary as a name for a bee. I had originally written that this idea wouldn’t work because this isn’t … Continued

These are not my ancestors: if they were, I would probably have a dedicated lens room, which would only be smaller than R’s dedicated guitar room by virtue of the fact that lenses are (mostly) smaller than guitars. But they … Continued

I’ve been pretty unwell today, so I gave myself a quiet day; but because the light was good I thought I should be able to get some nice shots in the garden. I took a few with the macro lens, … Continued

“What a morning I have had. No, really. So there’s this yooman, right? Dunno his name cos he wasn’t ringed, but that doesn’t matter – he had, like, a crusty baguette – honestly, it was like, this big – and he … Continued