Monthly Archives: January 2018

Another day when it rained, and rained, and rained – though we had no real room to complain, as we didn’t have to deal with any of this weather. But it was miserable – R braved a walk (wearing waterproof … Continued

I was saved from having to decide whether to woman up and drag my aching legs round Draycote Water, or admit to being a wimp and stay at home, by the weather taking a dramatic turn for the worse. It … Continued

I braved the vicious wind this afternoon, and walked the entire perimeter of the water course at Croome. This netted me some interesting photos, including a group of wintering wigeon and the resident grey heron in flight; though I failed … Continued

As R and I set off to walk back from the centre of Stratford to Old Town along the south side of the river, I said (as I generally do) something along the lines of “OK guys – time for … Continued

On the far side of the electric fence, a flock of sheep, which were climbing over each other to reach a bale of hay. On the near side, a flock of fieldfares and a few redwings, eating (I assume) the … Continued

This was supposed to be the day when the chip on my car door was repaired, but I turned on my computer this morning to an email from the Paint Man, saying that the weather was too cold and too … Continued

Bell Court used to be a rather shabby precinct in which no businesses ever seemed to survive for long, but last year it was extensively (and I would think expensively) refitted; it’s now home to a new cinema and to … Continued

Standing out in the cold, dank murk this afternoon, arms aching from holding up the weight of the camera and lens to shoot above me, trying not to shiver beyond the capacity of the image stabilisation to compensate, and to … Continued

When I walked the river on Thursday it was bizarrely quiet, apart from the foolishly nesting coots and a couple of amorous mallards. I was especially looking for tufted ducks – because tufted ducks – but there wasn’t one to … Continued

I was trudging round the village in the dank murk this afternoon, looking for something interesting to photograph, when a tiny bird flew out of the hedgerow a few metres in front of me, and landed in a tree. It … Continued