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
Freedom flag
I had to go to Stratford Hospital this afternoon, to collect a prescription. After a telephone chat with the pharmacist I made a Plan, and then I zoomed off, feeling surprisingly nervous. I parked in the loading bay near the … Continued
Boys will be boys
There were three male Southern Hawkers patrolling the pond at Grove Hill this afternoon. As long as the whole pond was in the light they managed – within reason – to keep out of each other’s way, but as the … Continued
Red Admiral
I almost titled this ‘Autumnal’, but then thought Nooooo!!! Not yet! I was as busy as a very busy thing today, but treated myself to an hour in the fresh air at Grove Hill in the middle of the afternoon. … Continued
Camouflage
R and I did gardening this morning (eeeurgh), and then, as the sun had come out again, I took myself off to Grove Hill and spent another happy hour sitting by the small pond, watching the dragons and damsels playing. … Continued
