Hangin’
My apologies for the background here, but I only photograph the dragons – I don’t get to tell them where to go and stand. I can’t decide whether it reminds me more of a Habitat fabric design, c.1980, or the … Continued
Warming up
You can probably imagine how pleased I was to find this Migrant Hawker this morning, warming up and drying out on the ‘basking fence’ at Charlecote. If you look at the image full-screen, you should be able to make out … Continued
Normal service
I went to Croome this afternoon, where normal service has been resumed to the extent that if you’re feeling lucky (punk), you can chance turning up without a booking, and if they’re not too busy they’ll let you in. Rather … Continued
Serendipity
R and I had entry tickets for Charlecote this morning, but when we discussed the trip yesterday we were both ambivalent about going; we didn’t quite decide to call it off, but it seemed more than likely at that point … Continued
Rainbow Hawker
I had my hair cut today, for the first time in eight months. My lovely hairdresser, who was just down the road in Broadway when we first began our relationship a quarter of a century ago, has been moving steadily … Continued
Late to the party
The dragonfly walk at Croome: so poor today, I did it twice. Two and a half times, if you add in a third circuit of the lake. Still, at least all the steps justified me making a chicken and pesto … Continued
Resident Migrant
I went for a solo dragon walk at Croome this morning. The insane winds of the last few days had dropped and the temperature was pleasant for walking, and although I missed having R to chat to, the advantage of … Continued