Monthly Archives: March 2016

I’ve been havering for about the past hour: I simply couldn”t decide which photo to blip. In the end I’ve gone with this because it’s my MM shot, and I’ll put my others on Facebook – though I’m not sure … Continued

You haven’t had a swan melée for a while, so please accept this one with my compliments. Today has been a day of post-Bach anticlimax, made worse by the fact that I’ve been tired and in pain. My back has … Continued

So that’s it then: the St John Passion has been sung, and I’m back at home with a smile on my face and a large glass of Rioja. I loved the concert, and I think the choir gave the best … Continued

A word that describes equally well the colour of these tulips, the weather, and my mood for most of today. Arthur, who had been doing very well on a combination of circulatory and joint medications, has seemed over the past … Continued

I was observing the sunset, and they were observing me. I was torn between amusement and feeling slightly unnerved: they stood so still and stared so hard that they almost seemed like aliens from a science fiction story. In truth … Continued

Did you know that there are thirteen recognised types of daffodil? No, neither did I. This, I think is a large-cupped variety: the corona or cup, which is the orange inner section, is quite large, but shorter than the outer … Continued

I’ve been up to my neck in stuff today: mainly Bach and Photoshop. It’s only four days till Campden Festival Chorus are performing the St John Passion – it will be the first time I’ve ever sung Bach in public … Continued

If I’d posted this in colour you’d see the bee against the blue sky we enjoyed here today, but posting it in mono I’m not sure it’s very obvious that I was looking up. I had thought of using the … Continued

The sight of my overgrown borders in yesterday’s shots of the muntjac convinced me that some tidying up was needed – and luckily we’ve had a mild weekend, most of which I’ve spent out in the garden. If you could … Continued

It’s unusual for me to be posting by lunch time, but R woke me at an ungodly hour this morning, (well, 7am – but it felt ungodly) to say there was a muntjac in the garden, tidying up under the … Continued