Back With Foal

Heavy rain and violent winds raged throughout the night and until midday, after which the cloud canopy cracked revealing a range of skyscapes such as these over Beaulieu Heath on our forest drive this afternoon. Before this we dumped the rest of our garden refuse in the Efford Recycling Centre and returned home with twoContinue reading “Back With Foal”

The Name Of The Rose

Substituting scissors for secateurs, the Head Gardener began the day by cutting my hair. We settled the dispute about how long ago she last performed this pruning, by referring to our customary aide-memoire – this blog. It was 14th March. There were no pestiferous flies to eradicate. It seemed only fair for me to┬ácut theContinue reading “The Name Of The Rose”