Tag Archives: nature
Look who The Man and I are looking after this week, at our friends’ beautiful farm! NICE PIGGIES!
I remember listening to my Mum trying to explain, a few years back, why she loves the BBC’s coverage of the Chelsea Flower Show so much. She watches it every year with such great enthusiasm and joy; anyone making noise while it is on is summarily ejected from the room. I did listen to her reasoning but I did not get it. ‘that’ll never happen to me,‘ I thought secretly. ‘However old I get.’ Only it has, with Springwatch. Friends, I am completely addicted. I love it so much that last night I actually found myself doing a round up … Continue reading
Remember how I said that this would not turn into some god-awful travel blog? Remember how I promised that if I went all grubby fingernails and guitars on you I would relieve you of your agony and go and blog somewhere far away? I lied. I’m sorry, friends, but I need to tell you about my weekend. I spent five days being, like, a TRAVELLER. It involves sex, if that helps at all? Although it wasn’t me who got laid; I don’t want to mislead you. It was a seal. (Even bloody Elephant Seals, which have to be the laziest slugs … Continue reading