Stoatal fail
“Look!” I said to R, pointing. “A weasel! No, a stoat!” as I saw the distinctive black tip to its tail. We were walking up the carriage drive at Charlecote, and the stoat was no more than ten feet away … Continued
Reflective
Before meeting up with R in Stratford for lunch, I walked along the river in search of either dragons or winter ducks, but sadly found neither. I did have a couple of thrilling views of one of the local Kingfishers … Continued
Gull season
R had an appointment in Stratford this morning, and I tagged along so as to avoid all the work waiting for me at home. I didn’t get where I am today by being diligent. While R was busy I went … Continued
Dilapidation
The weather improved again today, so R and I decided to go to Stratford for lunch. While he improved his step count by walking the long way round, I detoured over to the reed beds by Lucy’s Mill Bridge in … Continued
Grandpa Chaffinch
I’m getting pretty fed up with this wet and windy weather now – which doesn’t bode too well for my mood over the next five months. Today I needed to pick up a prescription from the GP’s surgery at Bidford, … Continued