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I have dedicated the past ten years minutes of my life to undertake a far reaching anthropological and psychosocial study.  This has involved heated debate, probing interrogation, international espionage and a barely sharp pencil.  It is a two-fold study.  The aims were: 1.  To examine the emotional and physical affects on a nominated person (me) of working outside on aContinue reading “Study”

It is not only plants that are waking as the days lengthen and the air warms.  This newt was roused from his slumbers in Max’s garden today, perhaps a tad prematurely.  Fear not, soon he was safely relocated to a new home to wake gently. Later a big fat toad was found dozing in the wood pileContinue reading “Wild”

On my drive to work this morning, whilst meandering in the general direction of the Grand Estate of Lord and Lady Mantle, I glimpsed the above scene.  An emergency stop later and some darned fine reversing and I was stepping out to wonder at its beautiful other worldliness.  A dank and dark tunnel of lichen encrusted, stunted twisted trees collapsingContinue reading “Another World”

With a touch of yellow and green.

A little battered, a little bruised, a lot beautiful.

My dreams were invaded by a knock, knock, knocking followed by a small voice “its 9 o’clock”.  It took a few seconds to remember where I was, for what reason and what I had left to do before I headed home.  So I sprung (tumbled) out of bed, abluted and breakfasted at top speed, soon readyContinue reading “Spilling the Beans – Part Two”

As promised yesterday here is the first instalment of my story, although I believe a few of you had doubts it would come to fruition.  Perhaps that was just me.  Anyway, if you are all sitting comfortably I will begin. Wednesday began quite normally.  For me anyway.  Digging and weeding and planting and the like. The afternoon however wasContinue reading “Spill the Beans – Part One”

My head is full of tales to tell.  Over the last couple of days I have been on my adventures.  Not the walking single-handed to the Antarctic unassisted type of adventure, more the doing something new and getting past Barnstaple type.  It has been uplifting and exhausting.  So, in a pathetic attempt to build up theContinue reading “Adventures”

The rain lashed down and Young Mr G battled galantly against fuchsias and hailstones.  So impressed was I by this bravery, I took the tactical decision to leave him to it and undertake some greenhouse work.  Of course this is also very courageous, but in rather more understated way. Mrs G was kindly gifted some assorted herb seed, most probablyContinue reading “Lost in Translation”