Your feet’s too big
Not than I’m moaning (I never moan, as you know), but… you wait two years for a half decent photo of a great crested grebe, and then 78 come along at once. So today’s processing may take a while – … Continued
House hunting
Well, it’s my own fault. If I’d said, “Oh, no – that’s not your colour at all, and I really hate the lapels,” instead of gazing at him all misty-eyed and weak-kneed, he wouldn’t have bought it. But I cannot … 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
