He lives by our back door. He likes people, blades of grass and flower bulbs. He also likes the limelight. I suspect he has not long for this world.
Off to the aeroplane hospital you go. Hopefully to emerge transmogrified in time for Ludlow Fringe Festival. Courtesy of Matt Smart Sculptor.
…out in the midday sun yesterday. The walk from Aberystwyth to Borth, visually stunning, physically exhilarating and nature-watchingly spectacular. A pair of swirling choughs just north of Clarach and a Great Grey Shrike high above Sarn Gynfelin. The day capped with a Dolphin lazily swimming 10 yards off shore to ale-supping delight from the deck of the Victoria Inn.
Revisting a childhood haunt.
A film-poem by way of farewell to the home we renovated from the damp ruins that were Goetre Hall.