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
Seventy seven
I had to take an early trip to Stratford today to have my regular blood tests done, and collect a prescription. Emerging from the hospital to a hint that the heavy cloud of daybreak might now be thinking of lifting, … Continued
Charlecote Hawker
R and I went for an early walk around Charlecote this morning. I’d been hoping that I might catch some dragons on the “basking fence”, but by the time we arrived it was warm and sunny, and the numerous Migrant … Continued
Deer wi’ hawnsh on head
I’m going to gloss over the horrors of Friday night, I think. Suffice it to say that it didn’t go well. Nevertheless, the Boy (who, to be fair, managed around nine hours of sleep – albeit in chunks – which … Continued
Things with wings
“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
