This is the blackthorn hedge we were laying back in... February?

The baby cat sleeps with utter abandon, secure in the presence of Buji and me.

We sat down to enjoy our lunch.

It started with volunteering in Kingsthorpe.

The Barn at Bradlaugh Fields

... even though I didn't like parts of it at the time.

This is the second anniversary of Corona and the Crone. Now WAR rather than PLAGUE... and yet...

Get it?

Photo-diary.

Laid blackthorn hedge with hazel stakes and binders.

Look carefully at this image...

I'm not sure the sheep learnt much.

Ian said, 'Well, if you didn't enjoy a day in the woods on a day like today, there's nothing I can do for you!'

I put my finger in a woodpecker’s hole...

The nest of a reed warbler. The birds had left it - no homeless warblers!

In the photo, there's a fallen tree and the WT beavers stacked logs around it to make a place for insects to live. The sun had come out...

Dragons don't make bonfires.

I did say I couldn't get close.

A rather exciting stone found on a recent run.

Wilson's Pits