Same old
That is, he’s another Migrant Hawker, and he’s getting somewhat old and battered now. But despite his age he’s still quite bright and handsome – it seems to be female dragons that fade to a nondescript sludge colour, at which … Continued
There were three male Southern Hawkers patrolling the pond at Grove Hill this afternoon. As long as the whole pond was in the light they managed – within reason – to keep out of each other’s way, but as the … Continued
“What are you doing today?” said R. Being a bit tired and grumpy, I did that face-pulling, shoulder-shrugging, pffft-noise thing, but then remembered that we’d been saying for weeks that we’d make a Friday trip to Croome at some stage … Continued