Monthly Archives: July 2016

I had a sudden compulsion today to find a dragonfly, after seeing some wonderful ones among this week’s Tiny Tuesday shots, so I took a chance and went to NT Croome, near Pershore, where I knew there to be a … Continued

You’ve got to give it to hildasrose and BlackTulip – they love a party. They organised a blipmeet today at Hidcote, to which about a gazillion blippers turned up, and after I left at lunch time (being a bit offish … Continued

If you’re bored with tiny Skippers by now, I can only apologise. Today has been an almost overwhelmingly hot day (Pershore, a few miles down the road from here, recorded the hottest temperature in the entire United Kingdom this afternoon), … Continued

My mind turned today to Shakespeare, surely one of the greatest communicators in history, whose works have been performed in more places around the globe and translated into more languages than anyone else’s; and whose fame brings thousands of tourists … Continued

You get a better class of busker in Stratford-upon-Avon: this is Karl Loxley (ex of The Voice, apparently, though as I’d rather stick pins in my eyes than watch reality television, I only know this because I’d seen his photo … Continued

So there I was, trying to live up to the reputation laid on me the other day by Ms Bifulco of being one of the Bug Pornographers in Chief around here, when my shoot was photobombed by this Small Tortoiseshell … Continued

There was a knock on the front door at about 8.30 this morning, and when I opened it one of my neighbours (who I didn’t know even read my ridiculous ramblings) was standing there with a kettle. Thank you AK: … Continued

Well, it’s been a funny old day. Are you sitting comfortably…? Yesterday the kettle broke – which is to say that it repeatedly turned itself off shortly after being switched on. When I investigated more closely, this turned out to … Continued

Yes, I know – it’s another Essex Skipper… but what could I do when it posed so nicely? I bungled the killer shot, which was when it spiralled up its ridiculously long proboscis – I caught the moment, but the … Continued

No-one who has ever met me would describe me as a style maven – in fact I live in daily expectation of receiving a written warning from the MX-5 about my poor standard of presentation – but I’m going to … Continued