Sinensis
“I’m going to carry my umbrella,” said R, getting ready to charge off into Stratford at cardio exercise speed. “That way, I can be certain I won’t need it.” Hmmm. It sounded a bit Winnie-the-Pooh to me. Only quite a … Continued
A host of golden…
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike William Wordsworth? R and I almost came to divorce over my contempt for the Great Poet before we’d even got engaged. The relationship survived the row – just – but we’ve never … Continued
Disdainful
While waiting for R in Stratford this afternoon, I wandered down to the river in the hope of photographing a bird or six – but just as I arrived, so did an unforecast rainstorm. Even without the rain it had … Continued
Sepulchral
This morning I had to go to the Farncombe Estate, on Fish Hill above Broadway, because this is where my hairdresser is currently based. Afterwards I swung down into the village, which provided me with a decent cup of coffee … Continued
Dull and chunky
R and I went up to Dunnington late this morning, to have lunch at Hillers. This also gave me the chance to spend forty minutes or so in the bird hide, while R caught up on some reading. It was … Continued
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Something that regularly puzzles me is how difficult it can be to spot birds in trees, even in the middle of winter, and even when they’re singing their heads off. At human head height, in this case. The noise this … Continued