TRAIN TRAVEL has always been the greatest fun, so when I had to go to Glasgow on business I didn't think twice about taking the train.
HAVING BATS in the belfry is an accepted hazard of life, but we were unprepared for swallows in the wardrobe. The Doyenne came down from the spare bedroom to ask me to deal with one swallow which was flitting round her head and would not fly out of the window.
WE'VE WONDERED, the Doyenne and I, why blue tits haven't nested this year in the nesting box above the bird table. Spiders have spun their webs across the opening into the box and it is evident the tits haven't even looked inside to investigate the accommodation. I think the explanation has come from Bill Oddie's TV wildlife series, Britain Goes Wild'.
SPRING TURNING to summer shows up in many ways. The hawthorn trees are in full bloom and their blossom this year seems as abundant and profuse as I can ever remember. Driving round the country roads I've seen cascades of the creamy ivory flowers smothering the branches and weighing them down.