Greener Grass
The grass is always greener on the other side, isn’t it? Is that the lesson the mother is trying to teach this young calf?
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The grass is always greener on the other side, isn’t it? Is that the lesson the mother is trying to teach this young calf?
It was warm and sunny this morning, first thing, so I set off early before the day became too stifling. As I climbed up through the woods, the sunshine illuminated …
Hiding in the Whinberries, or Bilberries, whatever you might call them, is some cuckoo spit, which has nothing to do with cuckoos.
A packed car park at the Stiperstones, with fine views across to the Long Mynd.
You know that sensation, when you close your eyes and look up at the sky and see all of your veins in your eyelids picked out against the brightness. That’s …
The foxgloves in Rectory Woods are really beginning to bloom now.
It be raining … again.
The Linley Beeches are looking a little worse for wear these days, but it’s still a stunning view to be had from them.
Friendly cows …