Apologies to the great city of London (and Mr. Johnson). I’m sure it will be fine. It’s been knocking around for about two thousand years. But I wait for Stitchworts each Spring, and when they arrive, it’s a balm to the soul. Anyway, your botanical mileage may vary. The plants above are Rapeseed; a brassica … More When a man is tired of Stitchworts, he is tired of life…
Friday, 19th April. 10.41am. I go looking for my glasses as I sit down at the laptop to digest the latest spiralling madness from the globe. Now where did I put them? No, they are not on my head, dear reader. I am actually wearing them. I am officially old. It just happened. Just like … More Giving out. Not giving up. Nor giving in…
I followed up the Djouce summit last Saturday with a more traditional unironedman route on Sunday, heading out through the local park, and then around by the state labs via Tubber Lane. This road was closed to all traffic including pedestrians, while the new link road was being built, but I’m happy to see now … More A floral tribute
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