This brings back the remembered sound of martins nesting under the eaves of a house I once lived in. Through the summer we woke each day to their busy chattering. So much texture and detail of natural sounds has been lost.
Ah me. Us. What weโve extinguished. A whole population of house martins in this village. Nest cup marks watermarked on so many of the houses still; a ghost village of thousands. Thumbprints of our guilt. Still hundreds when we came here, all gone in the last decades 1/2
As a rural child in the 1950's every year we picked bunches of primroses, tied them with soft knitting wool and sent them by post in a shoe box to our London aunts
I inherited a Golden Delicious in a previous garden. Was all for digging it out but in fact the fruit hung on the bare branches until late December, turned bright yellow, and was then perfect for cooking, especially in French recipes.
It's the time of year when properly stored apples really come into their own, their flavours having subtly mellowed (though Golden Delicious wouldn't be my choice, even if wrapped as gorgeously as this one).
'One Golden Delcious in Purple Paper No 2 1978', Eliot Hodgkin.
I read the 'The Tailor of Gloucester' once a year at Christmas for the glorious detail of the illustrations and memories from childhood of my father reading it to me.
I agree. His countryside is the landscape I grew up in, maybe with more detail than the reality, but everything he illustrated I was familiar with and loved.
@LBFlyawayhome This is one of my all-time favourite Tunnicliffes and has been since I was a small boy marvelling at โWhat to Look For in Winterโ. That light! That reflected light!!! I still see the natural world through his eyes. A very great artist. Wish Iโd known him.
Has anyone seen a Small Tortoiseshell in Dorset this summer? Only a handful of records on our website, most from N Dorset. Seems like their decline continues. Photo: Mark Pike