I have to get some discipline into this mallarkey and blog like a blogger who blogs like a blogger - perhaps.
Here's some pictures from recent times...
|Back end of last summer at Quainton. The re-vamped lawn and a very tall bloke to cut it|
|Again at Quainton, lots of wood, a bonfire and some|
logs for the log burners in the house, transferred to
to the old potting shed for drying out, below
|Compost at Quainton...|
|...and compost at Buckland, lovely stuff|
|Snowdrops last week at Buckland|
|Hellibores at Buckland too|
|Sorting the compost at Dancer's End I turned round and saw this scene - |
when will winter start?
|Last of the leaves at Buckland... Or not|
A guy who totally changed my life, one way or the other, died a while back and I went back to the scene of many long hours spent getting cold, wet and abused. Here I am with one of my dear comrades, Patrick, from the Non-Stop Picket outside SA House in Trafalgar Square...
|It was so wet on that day too, but Nelson Mandela kept us warm.|
And finally, saw this in our local farm shop recently...
...who would want to buy a Poultry Plucker at all, let alone for 250 quid!