I know only too well the sneaky touch of the enemy. Like a wasp that flies past silently, lightly brushing…
darkness
Tarantula…
I’ve seen tarantulas down at the end of our drive. I’ll spot one moving regally, queen of the arachnids, creeping…
November Already…
It seemed as though one minute it was bright and sunny and we were hanging tulle in the barn for…
Local Caves…
We are missing Daughts. Suddenly there are several hours a day when we have nothing to do. Not that she…
Riot of Colour…
There is a place in the ancient woods where I take my walk that is a dumping ground for trees…