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
O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay! &c., &c. It didn’t start all that well, actually, because we both slept appallingly badly, after which, having to drag ourselves out of bed at ridiculous o’clock for an early Ocado delivery almost put paid to the day … Continued
Wild Wednesday
It’s been a day of great excitement here in the Shire – well, in our little corner of this valley, anyway. I’m posting three extras this evening, two of which are photos taken by the trail cam early this morning. … Continued
