Monthly Archives: July 2017

Isn’t it beautiful? I really think it could do with a name that doesn’t sound like the kind of stain your cat makes when it vomits on the carpet. R suggested that something like Sun Burst would be more appropriate; … Continued

That’s twice already this year – I think I’m going to have to put my rates up. L and G popped in for lunch today, en route back to Cardiff from the wedding of two of L’s friends, which took … Continued

So, Jill, what did you do on this damp and rather autumnal Saturday evening? Well, R and I drove half way across the Vale, stopping en route to buy a bag of cat kibble, collected two hedgehogs from the Vale … Continued

How disorganised was I today? Extremely disorganised, that’s how disorganised. Well, I did warn you. I turned up at Stratford ArtsHouse at 10am for my third and final stewarding session of the BGCC summer exhibition, only to be told by … Continued

How organised have I been today? Very organised, that’s how organised. I went for a walk immediately after breakfast, because rain was forecast for the middle of the day, and was back at home with a card full of photos … Continued

It rained heavily this morning, but the forecast said that we would get some sun in the late afternoon, so I put off trying to get any photos until then. As promised the sky cleared and the light improved, so … Continued

Continuing my rather haphazard exploration of the various nature reserves managed by Worcestershire Wildlife Trust, I went over to Pershore this morning and took a walk around Tiddesley Wood. During the second half of the C20th this site (which was … Continued

My prediction yesterday that I would be able to find the Brown Argus again proved to be correct: it was in almost the same place today where I photographed it yesterday, and it was definitely the same individual because it … Continued

At first sight I thought it was an especially brown Common Blue: as you can see from the extra, the top markings are very similar, and there is a faint blue tinge to the fur. But a memory was tweaking … Continued

I forgot to mention yesterday that when I got home from Stratford and went into the garden to collect the wind-broken stem from my hydrangea, I also checked over the ragwort plant I’ve been tolerating; it has now fallen over … Continued