Rusty
It was still fairly stormy today, but after being stuck at home for three days I was stir-crazy, so I ventured out to Kemerton Lake to see if the little grebes were coming into their breeding plumage. If you compare … Continued
Red stockings
I’m not a fan of the Beatrix Potter stories, though I love the illustrations; but I did always like the notion that Mrs Tiggywinkle used to to wash Sally Henny-penny’s yellow stockings. She’d have had to work quite hard on … Continued
Suspicious
He had a nasty feeling that there was something stalking him, and he was right; but luckily for him, my intentions were reasonably honourable. This morning R and I did more gardening (eeeurgh): we’ve tidied half of the large rose … Continued
Raptor week
So there I was, sitting in Hiller’ show garden, thinking vague and unconnected thoughts: There don’t seem to be many birds about today… Would cake be a good idea…? My goodness, this is all looking very neat – I really … Continued