Surface tension
After a hot and sticky – and largely unproductive – bug walk around the village this morning, I retired to the wild garden with two cameras, some music, and my Kindle, and sat in the shade of the quince tree, … Continued
After a hot and sticky – and largely unproductive – bug walk around the village this morning, I retired to the wild garden with two cameras, some music, and my Kindle, and sat in the shade of the quince tree, … Continued
After a fairly torrid morning, the details of which I’ll spare you, I decided to take a walk along the River Avon at Eckington, to see what might be about. The only dragon I saw was a very fresh Scarce … Continued
“Why don’t you go to Grove Hill?” said R, who hasn’t got where he is today without being able to recognise a wife who’d be more loveable were she several miles away. Last summer I was a little surprised that … Continued
Callooh! Callay! &c., &c. It didn’t start all that well, actually, because we both slept appallingly badly, after which, having to drag ourselves out of bed at ridiculous o’clock for an early Ocado delivery almost put paid to the day … Continued
It’s been a day of great excitement here in the Shire – well, in our little corner of this valley, anyway. I’m posting three extras this evening, two of which are photos taken by the trail cam early this morning. … Continued
Yes, I know: it’s another Banded Demoiselle. But I only kept five photos from today, and three of them were of this handsome young chap. And pretty soon they’ll be gone, and then you’ll have months of me photographing my … Continued