Monthly Archives: August 2018

Someone posted in a Facebook butterfly group this morning that the second-brood Adonis Blues have emerged at Rodborough Common, so this afternoon I zoomed over there to see if I could find some. This is a butterfly of chalk downland, … Continued

It was an odd kind of day today – warm and muggy, but heavily overcast and spitting with rain, as though the clouds were very slightly leaking. Which on reflection was possibly what was happening – though meteorology isn’t my … Continued

We went to Northamptonshire today, to have lunch with C and I, who are very old friends – to be fair, I’ve only known them both for twenty six years, but I and R have been friends since meeting on … Continued

I had a bit of a conniption fit this afternoon, when I lifted my head out of Lightroom, where I was completely reprocessing a folder of photos I took on a holiday four years ago, and realised that it was … Continued

The old sea dog was wearing a thousand yard stare: about a thousand yards away was a funfair, from which the sounds of children’s voices could clearly be heard, and he was contemplating making a break for freedom and becoming … Continued

I was coming to the end of a first leisurely circuit of the lake at Croome this afternoon, and contemplating going around once more for luck, when I happened on the sight of a woman sitting so far down the … Continued

My Twitter feed has been full of references to today being National Relaxation Day – apparently an actual thing, though I suspect an American rather than a British one. If you search the Interwebs you’ll find a gazillion sites explaining … Continued

Well, not exactly waspish… more hornetish really – but I don’t think that’s an accepted thing. If either of us was waspish it was actually me, because I’d lugged a load of gear up to Grafton Wood in the hope … Continued

It was R’s birthday today, and having celebrated with the Offspring when they were both home last week, he opted for a low-key day today: cards and presents this morning, then a walk around Croome, and dinner at one of … Continued

Although I believe that only his very close friends are allowed to call him that. I spotted this scene in the Bancroft Gardens in Stratford this afternoon while I was walking back to the car after collecting my new glasses. … Continued