Recently I had occasion to visit the observatory at Langdale, a torturous ninety minute drive from home, along some of the very worst roads in Cumbria. It was almost all for naught, although the clouds [more…]
A normal Sunday morning, or so one might think. The end of August is damp and fairly breezy up here in the hinterlands, but nothing out of the ordinary for the time of year. My [more…]
I saw the squirrel before it saw me. It loped towards me by the verge before turning into the yard and setting off up the path, where it was met by Burt and the B&M [more…]
As we get nearer to the end of the growing season the house has taken on a verdant if somewhat chaotic aspect. Normally, by now, the green would be interspersed with shades of red, orange, [more…]
I may have mentioned (I could check back, but I can’t be bothered) that we had an early harvest of small, not very tasty and far from sweet strawberries, following the early warm spell back [more…]
It’s an easy mistake to make, Burt and I (although, TBF, Burt’s a few inches taller than I am) are easily confused when viewed from the rear, bending down (as it were). Any road up, [more…]
A busy long weekend just completed with a trip to the railway station. Mrs C’s birthday was graced by the presence of our friends from Essex who haven’t graced us with their presence (it’s a [more…]
This scare-crowing lark isn’t the cushy number some folk would have you believe. Granted, it isn’t the most taxing of roles and there’s plenty of time for both reflection and pondering, even if the lack [more…]
My loyal reader may remember an article I published, funnily enough, in May 2022 when I wrote about my encounter with a fellow in Bath and my resultant (and still current) flirtation with herbalism. I [more…]
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