Showing off
After a fairly torrid morning, the details of which I’ll spare you, I decided to take a walk along the River Avon at Eckington, to see what might be about. The only dragon I saw was a very fresh Scarce … Continued
Fat-bottomed boy
“Why don’t you go to Grove Hill?” said R, who hasn’t got where he is today without being able to recognise a wife who’d be more loveable were she several miles away. Last summer I was a little surprised that … Continued
O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay! &c., &c. It didn’t start all that well, actually, because we both slept appallingly badly, after which, having to drag ourselves out of bed at ridiculous o’clock for an early Ocado delivery almost put paid to the day … Continued
Bendy Demoiselle
Yes, I know: it’s another Banded Demoiselle. But I only kept five photos from today, and three of them were of this handsome young chap. And pretty soon they’ll be gone, and then you’ll have months of me photographing my … Continued
