
WILD MUSHROOMS picked, first thing, from the field beside the house, gently fried in butter while the dogs are being fed, and eaten for breakfast with grilled bacon and grilled tomatoes, has got to be one of life’s more wanton pleasures. (…read on »)

HELP! I’M trapped in a jelly making factory. (…read on »)
TWO FIELDS at the back of the house, which had been in ‘set-aside’, have now been ploughed and sown. ‘Set-aside’ means they were taken out of production, and left uncropped, for this past season. Being uncultivated meant they looked a bit scruffy but, agricultural policies aside, there were definite benefits for a man with two dogs to walk every day. (…read on »)

SILENCE REIGNS! It’s quite strange. (…read on »)

MACBETH IS the most fair weather dog I know. It’s not so blisteringly hot as it was in July and the temperature is about right for him and his ‘woolly jumper’. He’s lying out on the grass soaking up the sunshine. Inka’s lying not far off; his coat is shiny and he’s looking the picture of health. (…read on »)