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Welcome To My World ~ A Late-Day Walk Above Bishop’s Castle
On Sunday I did a lot of complaining about the cold and lack of sunshine. Perhaps the weather gods took pity. At five o’ clock the clouds lifted and the sun came out, and although it was still chilly, we thought a walk was called for. There was a path I had my eye on back in the winter when it was too muddy underfoot to attempt it. But after a couple of downpour-free days and lots of drying wind,…
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In A State Of Abstraction
If this header photo makes you feel shivery, then that’s how it feels today in Shropshire (21 April ‘24). We don’t have ice, outside or on the windows. And the only snow we’ve had
was back in March, and nothing like the winter white-out we had a few years ago (second photo).
But today the air, beneath a bank of sullen cloud, has a razor’s edge. When, at midday, I went to check on things in the…
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Mad About Megaliths
It’s an old passion, the love of old stones, already set in before my first decade on planet earth. My memory tells me it had something to do with Saturday afternoon drives along Cheshire lanes and mother announcing that the unusual row of cairns along one such lane were the ancient Celtic graves of sacrificed virgins. Sometimes she could be most unsuitable. The story wasn’t true anyway, but it…
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Apple Blossom, Wintery Weather And A Puzzling Plant Pest
The wind is roaring round the house as I write this. The good news is the house roof is back on and fully restored. Ace builder Alan finished it off today, up there on the scaffold top, in the teeth of gale and squall, painting the gable tops, realigning a dodgy gutter. He said it was freezing up there. What a hero.
The re-laid slates are looking pretty smart, but the grand reveal will have to…
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“The sun has burst the sky…”
A week or so ago, I heard this poem being performed on Radio 3 (otherwise the BBC’s serious music station). I was still in bed, not quite awake, but I could see early morning gloom edging the window blind. And then came these word, read with such madcap gusto. That lit up the day.
Read them now, aloud. Go for unleashed exuberance. Then see what happens…
The sun has burst the skyBecause I love…
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Moving Water, the Wales Edition
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Whenever you visit Wales, you can always be sure of plentiful H2O. Whether it’s tumbling down mountains, as here at the foot of Cader Idris…
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Or filling rivers as in the Mawddach Estuary near Dolgellau…
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… and the River Glaslyn at Porthmadog (Wales’ tallest mountain, Snowden, in the background…
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Or on its sea shores…
at Harlech, North Wales,
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Broadhaven
…Newport and Fishguard,…
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There Goes Our Roof…
Yesterday, the specialist asbestos tile removing guys exposed the bones of our hundred year old roof. Today, all the wooden battens came down. We now have huge piles fore and aft, and Graham is painstakingly de-nailing and cutting them into kindling. (Some of you won’t be surprised.)
We were lucky with the weather, at least until late afternoon. And then the builders had to step on it. They only…
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Bishops Castle Days
At last. Three days of fine weather, days that feel like spring. Days for sowing seeds – Tuscan kale, Swiss chard, spinach, carrots, cauliflowers, leeks…
…for digging up the lawn and mowing what’s left of it…
…for tackling the ‘hedge of iniquity’ that runs the length of the back garden, extracting the tangle of ivy, holly, privet, hawthorn, sycamore and ash from the chicken wire that some…
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Here In The Marches, March Comes In Like A Lion
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And we can only hope that old country lore comes up to snuff when it says that March coming in like a lion, goes out like a lamb. It can’t be too soon for some lamb-weather either. At least yesterday, after I’d taken this first photo of Ragleth Hill, the sun came out and melted the snow. But it was a one day wonder. Today, after more overnight frost, the wind is roaring round the house and down…
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Window Shopping: Looking In, Looking Out?
A pre-Christmas break a few years ago. We were in Hay-on-Wye, the quaint Welsh border town on the banks of the mighty River Wye. Its primary claim to fame is that it’s full of second-hand book stores, including the world’s largest started in 1961 by Richard Booth, he who later declared himself King of Hay and was all-round responsible for putting the town on the booklovers’ map.
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But even…
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Once heard…
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…never quite forgotten.
Thrilling and chilling both: a wild lion, in broad daylight, proclaiming his eminence. And not a full-throated Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lion-roar (there’s no big show of fearsome canines); more a weaponized grunt that carries across the Mara grassland and rebounds against my sternum. And then in my skull.
It takes some moments to re-ground, and assure the nervous system we’re…
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The Weather In The Garden
So far this week at The Gables we’ve had frost, biting wind, and yesterday an all-day deluge with wall to wall gloom. But today, St. Valentine’s, the rain has held off. In fact it’s been almost warm, with a glimmering of sunshine, and up in the top garden this clump of seedling crocus was in full fanfare.
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And not only that, Mr. Whippy, the ice-cream man, was back in town. Jangling rendition…
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How Did My Garden Glow…
There’s more than a hint of nostalgia in my choice of photos here. With the turn of the year and the first hints of spring, I am thinking about gardening; and more especially, of gardens left behind and the things I used to grow there.
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The new home garden, though small, has potential as they say, but much like the house, every part of it needs attention. We’ve had the hedges cut into shape and…
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A Spot Of Kite-Flying In Bishops Castle
Now that we’ve moved our dining table to its winter position – i.e. from the conservatory at the back of the house to the front sitting room window – we can eat breakfast while watching a red kite scanning the town. It comes most days, drifting over the High Street, circling high above nearby gardens. With a wing span of around six feet (180 cm) it is one of Britain’s largest birds of prey (i.e.…
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2023 Began Beside The Sea
When last year began we were on the island of Anglesey in North Wales – gathering with family for a belated Christmas celebration. It was good to soak up some blue tranquillity. At the time, we were fretting over the sale of our cottage, plus trying to find a bolt-hole to rent while we looked for a new home to buy. All unnerving in all sorts of ways; nothing straight forward.
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Finding a house…
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Stepping Over The Past On Dover’s Hill
Of course in Britain we’re always doing it – traversing the surface of a many-layered past; below our feet decades, centuries, even millennia of stratified remains of human endeavour. A city like London, for instance, rears magnificently from Roman foundations that lie metres below the present living surface.
Mostly, though, we don’t consider what we may be walking over; not unless it’s very…
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December In The Cotswolds
Dull day in the Cotswolds. The sort of day you will the sky gods to switch on the lights. But then I spotted this wonderful tree. It lit up the street and the ochre tones of old Cotswold stone. I’ve no idea what it is. (I should have done a close-up of the berries). Notions anyone? Jude? Laura?
For logistical reasons that ever confound family gatherings at Christmas, we celebrated ours a week…
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