Holiday

Holiday

This is Nellie relaxing minutes after our arrival here in Cornwall yesterday. It wasn’t intentional, but the house you can see just above her rump is where I lived when I worked down here in the late 1970’s, and the beach hut that I served ice creams from...
Manhunt!

Manhunt!

Before I tell you about my ‘Boys Own’ adventure we had better deal with the nuts and bolts of the next week or two. I am going to Cornwall for a week on Saturday, that means that I will miss 2 farmers’ markets at Wyken, because I will be travelling...
Flaming June

Flaming June

This will be a fairly short one this week. I’ve had a busy day and I want to be settled with a cold glass of beer for when the footie starts at 8.00. Flaming June innit. I mean it’s flaming rubbish so far, though as I write this it’s actually very...
History repeating itself

History repeating itself

I was surprised and a little confused yesterday when my tame hen pheasant turned up with 6 tiny chicks. It is surely too soon for her to have gone off and hatched and incubated a new clutch of eggs since losing the first lot? I am now thinking that the 12 chicks I saw...
Slip sliding away

Slip sliding away

It’s all been happening in Birdbrook today, well and yesterday too. On Saturday morning the Morris men came to town, dancing outside the Plough pub. It was part of the annual Thaxted Morris Festival. During the daytime the numerous Morris sides tour the local...
The ecstasy and the agony

The ecstasy and the agony

I told you last week that my favourite hen pheasant had been conspicuous by her absence recently, and I speculated that it was because she was most likely sitting on eggs. This was confirmed on Monday when she proudly paraded 12 tiny chicks, seemingly to show them off...

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