A topaz treasure, and suppressed claustrophobic memories.
This year, the summer solstice coincided with the annual visit from the chimney sweep. I seem to have acquired a stinking cold from somewhere, so kept out of his way. In the afternoon, I glanced out the study window and saw a young rabbit hopping about on the freshly mown lawn. Make the most of…
Two mysterious bird-calls.
An encounter with morons.
A lazy dog and some cheap crap.
Checking out a future photo location.
A fallen tree and a fatal house-fire.
My 31st consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau.
How buzzards see the world differently to us
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