Strutting
This is a pretty accurate representation of how dark the garden was at 2pm this afternoon: two stops below the 18% grey the camera thinks is normal. I’d been hoping to go out somewhere – anywhere! – but it rained … Continued
Red-handed
Do you know your face is covered with seed? No, but if you play it, I’ll sing it. I’m pointing out that you’re eating my bird food. Fake news. I’m just hangin’ here, admiring the view. A couple of weeks … Continued
Armistice Day
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray As men’s are, dead. Dull porters watched them, and a … Continued
It’s beginning to look…
Oh, do stop – you used the same weak joke this time last year. Soz – I fear I’ve reached the age at which repetition has once more become the soul of wit. Or not. Unlike R, who is doing … Continued
The road through the trees
I was zooming up Saintbury Hill this afternoon when this view appeared as I rounded a bend, and I just couldn’t resist it. It’s a fairly horrid piece of road, but for once there was no other vehicle in view, … Continued
Gi’s a kiss
Sheep One: You’re my best friend, you are. Sheep Two (to me): You know I have to put up with this all day, right? Sheep One: I really, really love you. Sheep Two: Somebody kill me now. Please. R and … Continued