
At the last tree, the dog came off the lead. Imnediately she retrieved live to hand. A small thing with big eyes. A baby owl. I picked it up. Smaller in my hands than the puffed up feathers would have you believe.
Our house is just up the track. Fetched it back to a box [...]
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This is Edinburgh. Overwhelmingly grey but lovely. Scottish neoclassical architect, interior designer and furniture designer. Adam, not the seagull.
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The Suffolk Show yesterday. Hmmmmmmm – the washed and brushed side of farming.
Of a morning, If not completely zombied out, Radio 4 Farming Today is my aural cup of Ovaltine. Frequently the drink goes cold and I don’t hear what that lovely breathless lady presenter is saying. But enough gets through the [...]
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Dine out on it?
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So how do you liven up that austere area of gravel, low hedges and grass in front of your grand house? It needs to be tied into the romantic parkland beyond.
Simple, give life and colour to the composition by setting out stands with huge macaws whose “violent scarlet and blue and green plumage and raucous [...]
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WHO? Richard Mabey
WHY? Because he has championed our native flora and fauna. He writes beauttifully and makes me feel shivery with excitement about our British natural history.
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I met Lyn for the first time a week or two back. She was standing in Woodbridge’s Market Square and literally wringing her hands about the neighbour’s chickens. She had taken down a fence to expose the country view and the poultry, from next door’s small holding had taken to swarming [...]
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