Richard Carter
A wet hour to kill.
Two signs of spring.
Browsing your unfrequented bookshelves can be dangerous business.
A new arrival on the Farm.
Two unexpected mid-February swallow encounters.
More floods in the Calder Valley.
Roosting jackdaws
A walk on the Moor, and some encouragement from my favourite writer.
A mesmerising couple of hours on the Wirral.
A barn owl silhouetted against the dawn.
Making our yearly double-batch of marmalade.
Trees glowing green.
