Eating the garden
Every Friday during the summer months I cut our lawn and every week I bang my head on the branch of one tree as I try to walk underneath it. I moan and… Continue reading
Every Friday during the summer months I cut our lawn and every week I bang my head on the branch of one tree as I try to walk underneath it. I moan and… Continue reading
We live fairly quietly in our part of the world. There’s the odd passing car. Or the occasional helicopter on its way out to the rigs in the North Sea. Monday evening was… Continue reading