Short ears
I had so many things to do at home today that I didn’t know which to tackle first – a problem I solved by not tackling any of them, and going to the owl field instead. The owls largely kept … Continued
I had so many things to do at home today that I didn’t know which to tackle first – a problem I solved by not tackling any of them, and going to the owl field instead. The owls largely kept … Continued
“That’s a big camera. What do you like to photograph?” “Things with wings, mainly.” While R and I were walking around West Park at Charlecote this morning, admiring the herons and the very pregnant fallow does, conversation suddenly became increasingly … Continued
“What is that noise?” said R as we were clearing up the kitchen after dinner. “It sounds like a jet engine.” “I can’t see anything,” I said, stepping out onto the patio. “OH! WAIT! Here, look, HERE – come HERE! … Continued
As we’re both still a bit shocked by the crash yesterday, and suffering some physical stiffness, it’s probably not a bad thing that we were confined to the cottage for most of the day by lack of transport; but it … Continued
I arrived at Oakley Wood Crematorium today for the funeral of Malcolm Ranieri, FRPS, renowned photographer, published author, and lover of vintage transport, classical music and Doctor Who, to find myself in the slowest cortège I’ve ever been a part … Continued