One of my favourite things about the onset of spring is the— wait sorry heard a goldcrest back in a
Great music, played with passion and flair. Really good cheese. A sunny place with flowers and trees and birds and
I went for a long walk this morning. Up the hill and down the hill and through the park and
Expertise is relative. I am, as I write, watching a fencing tournament. I know nothing about fencing. Not strictly true.
We’ve been saying it for weeks. Spring is on the way. Hazel catkins hanging brightly from whippy branches, snowdrops pushing