Shimmering
I’m getting quite good on the stepladder now, if I do say so myself. And I may as well, because it’s highly unlikely that anyone else will; certainly the two Southern Hawkers I photographed from the top of it at … Continued
I’m getting quite good on the stepladder now, if I do say so myself. And I may as well, because it’s highly unlikely that anyone else will; certainly the two Southern Hawkers I photographed from the top of it at … Continued
It was blowing a raging hoolie this morning, which isn’t the best weather for dragons. Nor is it ideal for visiting a heavily wooded reserve, so I was rather perplexed to find myself arriving at Grove Hill shortly after breakfast. … Continued
“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