Incoming
It was a slightly strange afternoon at the owl field: the light came and went, and so did the Shorties. At one point I think there were three flying, but I can only absolutely swear to two. There seems to … Continued
Possessive
R and I did some more quite heavy gardening this morning, working on a rather tragic old greengage tree in the secret garden, which was blown apart in last month’s storms and has been leaning on other structures or lying … Continued
Full-body commitment
Having overdone the gardening yesterday (eeeurgh), I awarded myself an easy day today. I also wasn’t feeling the love for standing up on the Cotswold scarp waiting for the owls to perform, so I wound up going into Stratford with … Continued
Men at work
The Boy Wonder woke up at 6.15am, but I politely declined to get up before 7, so he helped himself to a lift-the-flap book about the workings of the human body, in which he’s particularly interested at the moment, and … Continued
Dirty duck
I’m not sure how I managed to justify a trip to Stratford with R today, given that I had enough stuff piled in my in-tray to keep me at my desk for a week, but anyway, it happened. We walked … Continued
Close call
Today’s late afternoon visit to the owl field was a triumph of experience over hope: I had good reasons for not going (not least the weather forecast, which changed several times during the day, and always for the worse), but … Continued