Enticing
One of our near neighbours has a dovecote – and I don’t mean one of those white, hexagonal affairs on a stick. His is a large, circular, building of blue lias stone, with a stone tiled roof, dating back several … Continued
Signs of spring
To my deep satisfaction, the woman who’s been cutting my hair for nearly thirty years, after apparently deciding that she can’t get away from me no matter how far she moves, has now come back home to the Shire. So … Continued
