Torrid
Ten years ago I’d have been very smug about capturing a Black-headed Gull in flight. Today though, I’m irritated with myself that this is the best shot of the day – which says something about the way my standards have … Continued
Peak quince
“Can we stop saying that the garden needs it now?” said R moodily, glowering out of the window at the driving rain. “No,” I replied. “We do still need it – the ground’s like rock.” He sighed, got his umbrella, … Continued
Hanging on
My dentist gave me a cancellation appointment this morning, so I went into Stratford to have my tooth re-filled, and then met up with R, who was also in town. We were both feeling a bit fed up, and food … Continued
