Richard Carter
A visit from Philip and his phamily.
In which I find an excuse to treat myself to a new rucksack.
…and an opening salvo against the squirrels.
Buzzards, wasps, a kestrel, and a bunny.
The first sign of autumn.
Crane fly season is upon us.
A walk on the Moor during ‘peak purple’.
Pheasant pheathers.
A hint of olive green.
Fling ants and screaming swifts.
They’ll no doubt be heading off soon.
A roe deer visits our garden.
