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
Family group
This morning R and I took our “visitors” to Charlecote for Compulsory Fun. In the end I think I can say that a good time was had by all of us, though the whole process of gathering everyone together and … Continued
