This is Harold. Harold is 15 weeks old today. He is a miniature wire haired dachshund and he belongs to Sarah – and, as you can see, he truly loves her. This is a white Scabious. The scabious also belongs to Sarah. And this is the Thames estuary just outside Faversham where Sarah, Harold and …
Christmas ramblings….
Well, where else could we start but with Boris in his Christmas hat…. To be strictly honest, these are not Christmas but post Christmas Dorset/Wiltshire ramblings, kicking off with most amazing 14th century barn – the longest thatched barn in England according to Wikipedia, now restored to glory and and turned into an art gallery. This …
Viewing Kew from the skies
This post was actually intended for the garden pages but it seemed a shame not share Kew’s splendid tree-top walk with a few more people, so here we go… I had rather hoped that we would be greeted by a sea of scarlet and gold from the sky walk. But whether Kew’s trees are not …
Wedding garden…
I know that weddings are certainly not what this blog is meant to be about but I have been dropping so many hints over the last few weeks on the garden pages that I could not resist spilling all. The wedding was our son’s and started by being a relatively modest affair that would take …
Partying….
August, theoretically a month of rest, seems to have been particularly hectic this year… However, we did take a day off last weekend for the traditional summer party, blessed this year by the most glorious day. (Last year we were all huddled in the kitchen around bowls of very chilly looking cold collations…) This year’s offerings …
Good friends
As I was taking pictures of the garden for the garden page this afternoon, I found Tawny Pipit and Arwen together under the weeping pear tree…. Arwen, however, was obviously intent on having more fun than just hanging out… Now was this just an affectionate lick or was Arwen whispering something in Tawny Pipit’s ear? …