Yanking My Chain

It’s not just the new Terror Weather that’s yanking my chain (kill the children and the livestock, grab the family…

We Cruised At Dawn. Then Again At Dusk.

You can’t move for boats on this stretch (at least) of the Shroppie at the moment. This is probably because…

Where weresheep may safely graze on the hillside – provided that they have independent suspension. No, I said suspension, not…

This damnable weather has returned my sleep pattern to the primordial sludge; I sleep – half a brain, one eye,…

I have written a lengthy letter of complaint and sent it to the Times (via the Minister for Weather &…

Yes that’s me in the phomatograph above. Not a trace of distortion caused by the plastic sheeting; that’s exactly the…

Heron on Rutters Bridge. It’s alright though; I talked him down. It’s been Hellishly hot and also coolishly cool in…

It’s been a funny old week. Yesterday, Friday, was technically the hottest day of the year thus far being in…

Honestly, is it just me or… Two thousand miles of canal, several hundred yards free on this stretch alone… and…

Don’t get your hopes up, they’re not open yet. Rest assured though that I shall be first in the queue…

The Canal Company Ltd’s “Let’s not mow to the edges because wildlife, yeah?” policy in full June bloom. By August…

Photograph from a few days ago – the Cardinal making (more) close friends. It now being “Peasants Celebrating Serfdom” Bank…