It’s the last day of January. A high pitched, instantly recognisable call comes from down in the vale amongst the trees. Possibly it’s...

A football has come back from next door. It’s one my eldest son lost two or three years ago and looks sad and worn, as if a family of...

Shitty wet day. Took some veg peelings to the compost bin. Carrots and potatoes. Caught one of the cats doing a shit near the pear tree....