Monthly Archives: December 2019

What a difference a day makes. When R and I went to Stratford this afternoon for our now-traditional end of year meal-out-and-debrief, it was almost impossible for me to believe that yesterday’s glorious weather ever happened. I always like to … Continued

I spent all morning at the computer, but when the sky cleared at lunch time I started to get restless, and when it became clear that the end of the day was going to be golden, the temptation to go … Continued

It looked like being a fine afternoon, and I thought quite seriously about going owling, but I decided that it wouldn’t be sensible to go and stand on top of the Cotswold scarp for hours when I’m only just beginning … Continued

I’m still distinctly sub-prime, but managed a walk along the river in Stratford this afternoon with the big zoom. There were gazillions of people around, and – perhaps not coincidentally – no very interesting creatures, so I found some nice … Continued

Today’s post is brought to you by the Chipping Campden Tourism Promotion Board. R and I were so bored with home by today that we needed to be somewhere else – and where is there that’s more guaranteed to cheer … Continued

I think I might be getting a little old for this Christmas malarkey. Today I feel as though I’ve been run over, and look as though I haven’t slept for a fortnight. L and G, by contrast, ate half the … Continued

Christmas Day, 4.30pm. Feeling blessed. With love and thanks to those who helped with cooking, fettling, and organising entertainment, and those who arrived bringing good humour and generous gifts. And sending love winging to those enjoying Christmas in a surfing … Continued

Well, I think we’re ready. Leastwise, anything that hasn’t been bought now will have to be done without. The fridge is stuffed, the presents are wrapped, and if I dig around in the vegetable basket I think I’ve probably got … Continued

I went to Draycote Water today after the great northern diver that’s been up there for around a week now. I didn’t find it, though I bumped into other people who’d had distant views of it during the morning, but … Continued

I’m not that much of a fan of Impressionist paintings, if I’m honest. R, who is, thinks I’m a Philistine, and he’s probably right, but I always think they’d be better if everything was a bit more in focus. However. … Continued