… there will be
No Dog In This House…
I acquired a canine companion on a walk recently. Bruce is a young black lab who hails from our neighbouring farm. I tried to make him return to the farmhouse but he was having none of it. He and his fellow canines do often amble between farm and farmhouse. I thought perhaps if I walked on and ignored him, he would get bored and head back. Nope. Continue reading “The View From Here is most definitely feline”
At the time of writing, I have been culling: a harrowing experience
Ah…. Books. An entirely different matter from reading. Books are entities; books have a presence of their own beyond the words and the worlds contained within their pages. Books are things of beauty. At least that’s how it is for me. Continue reading “Books, Glorious Books…”
Turning away, I returned to the robins in the sunshine and pondered for a while on the lives playing out around me… We intersect, but how rarely we connect.
We parked away from the main car park on our last visit to Lanhydrock, opting instead for the smaller and nearer car park at Respryn.
It was a sparkling bright winter’s day. The holly was polished to perfection and there were robins in abundance. This bold little fellow caught my eye. Continue reading ““You reading this, Be ready””