Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Twenty-Three
Monday Good morning, my friends, and a Happy Easter Monday to you all. I hope you have had a load of chocolate eggs. It is a beautiful, sunny morning here in London, with not a [more…]
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Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Seventy-One
Monday Good morning and welcome to another week of my ramblings. It’s rather wet this morning but still not cold. Legohead went off to Scottishland to speak to a half-empty hall of Scottishland Liebore supporters. [more…]
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Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Forty-Seven
Monday Good morning happy readers today is a bit dull, but I am pleased to see there is no rain forecast until the middle of the night. So Liebore have announced they are going to [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Forty-Two
Monday Good morning everyone and hello from No. 10. Another nice quiet weekend here in the street, no sign of JoJo cat yet, and Legohead only seems to come in during the day and even [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary – Week One Hundred And Eighty-Five
Monday Good morning merry readers. I don’t know why but something woke me early from my slumbers. Anyway, I ventured into the back garden and there was a grey tree rat on the bird feeder. [more…]
Animals
Wildfowling: Of possible futures
Sadly, this is the last in my short series about my great passion, and it is also the least satisfying part to write. It is no longer a missive about my personal experiences, but the [more…]
Animals
Wildfowling: Where it all began
This was harder to write than my previous two wildfowling articles because it’s not easy for me to clearly remember something that happened 25 years ago. I’ve never been one for recording stuff in a [more…]
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Wildfowling: The end of an era
Having made my debut on this marvellous site with an article about my passion, I thought I would follow that article up with a slightly more personal account of a memorable day in my life [more…]
Animals
Wildfowling: The magic of the foreshore
Wildfowling is sometimes known as goose fever, for it is about the most addictive of the shooting sports. There is something primal about being out in the tidal marshes on a moonlit night, or a [more…]