A warm spring walk along the National Trust path at the White Cliffs of Dover. Chalk, the remnants of World War II, and milky blue seas.
In response to my remorseless adoration of H is for Hawk, my own H treated me to a falconry experience at the Rare Breeds Centre near Ashford in Kent. I will say very little about it except for (a) it was awesome, … Continue reading “H is for one Happy Falconer” →
There has been a hiatus. After November’s expensive one-day wallow (which not only cost me two nights’ stay in a hotel for a mere 14 miles, but also finally killed off my beloved ASBOs*), I have been somewhat reluctant to … Continue reading “Hiatus” →