Summer’s survivors

I’ve had a few days out and about on wildlife patrol with Lyra, now freed from the post op “no scratchy” T shirt, recently (ably assisted by Keith and Mum, respectively, as side kicks) so thought I’d submit my late summer report. The heat of the last few days has turned the wheat to gold,Continue reading “Summer’s survivors”

It’s all gone Pete Tong

Where to begin….. We set off for the Isle of Wight primped and prepped. Our little party was staying at the Grand, where an ongoing ambience of being in the middle of a Hercule Poirot adventure coexisted slightly uneasily, but in a good way, with the breakfast mix tape of 70s funk classics. The weddingContinue reading “It’s all gone Pete Tong”

Open season is closed (for a bit)

Finally, or at least for a month, we have the garden to ourselves and license to ignore it or appreciate it from a sedentary position, as the mood takes us. The annual garden open day took place last Sunday, on the coldest and windiest (but thankfully not rainiest) day for ages. The cohort of stalwartContinue reading “Open season is closed (for a bit)”

What remains

Today Lachlan took Lyra and me to the Ford Moss nature reserve, just over the border in Northumberland. We saw an old friend on the approach. The Cheviot sits smack bang in the middle of the view from the front of our house and it was slightly strange seeing him from a different angle asContinue reading “What remains”

New month, new routine

Well perhaps…As the days lengthen to the craziness of midsummer I am waking earlier and earlier (our bedroom faces south and west and fills with light at about 4 am). Usually I lie and find something to fret about for an hour or so then drift back into a weird dream filled sleep, which leavesContinue reading “New month, new routine”

A walk on the wild side

The doughty agents of Wildflower Patrol ambled along the river yesterday, checking on developments. The sun was shining and there was hardly a breath of air as we left the house so, after much discussion and humming and hawing, intrepid Agent Aunty Granny took the bold step of leaving her polar fleece behind. It seemsContinue reading “A walk on the wild side”

Mens sana in corpore sano

The new clean living programme got off to a slow start today. I had one of those nights when you just don’t sleep but instead of getting up just keep rolling over to negligible effect. The net result was that we had a frosty walk round the garden whilst Keith was in the gym, aContinue reading “Mens sana in corpore sano”

Zig but no Zag

Harvest time usually means a period of wild freedom for Lyra. Once the grain is in and the straw baled there are vast stubble fields to play in. No longer constrained to walk round the edge, diagonals, zigzags, wild loops and even fractals are the order of the day. This year began gloriously, with someContinue reading “Zig but no Zag”