Worn out
The observant among you will have spotted this this is a big old fallow buck, and concluded that I didn’t take the photo in my garden. R, whose phone number I’d inadvertently given to the Covid testing people (seriously, don’t … Continued
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
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
I left home this morning in warm sunshine, but by the time I reached Croome the temperature had dropped and the light was Stygian, and as I was walking through the shrubbery towards the lake it began to rain. I … Continued
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
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
This morning R and I went for what’s now becoming a habitual Thursday National Trust Walk – this time at Croome, which continues to be a place that soothes our souls. It was breezy but sunny, and after the unsettled … Continued