I think there’s something luscious about a very fresh demoiselle, when the wings are still perfect, and soft enough to be reflective. I find it quite hard to think of them as the common British species they are, because they … Continued
“Would you like to go to Forest Farm?” I asked the Boy Wonder. “In a minute,” he replied, carrying on building his bricks into a rocket. A little later: “Shall we go to Forest Farm now?” said R. “No,” was … Continued
On my way along the Roman Road at lunch time, heading for the Heart of England Forest at Barton, I experienced another low-level fly-over by the Red Arrows. All along the road people were parking their cars wherever they could … Continued
R and I got up at 7am today, and by 7.10 the wheels had fallen off the day, with the discovery of a dead muntjac on the top lawn. I’d been planning to zoom off to Wiltshire straight after breakfast, … Continued
“Oh, there you are, Beautiful!” I said. “I thought I’d lost you. Thanks for hanging around.” I admit to having looked over my shoulder quickly to make sure no-one else was in earshot, but I make no apology for talking … Continued
