The intensive dairy farming around means the fields are shaved to bowling green short then immediately unceremoniously doused in slurry. This pool of lawn is the last refuge. 

A lonely heron is staking out the acres, visible for miles, all his stealth tactics are surely in vain as the sun beats down on his back.

Whenever the kids ask for a puppy I just send them out in the garden, saying ‘We’ve got pets.’ 

I was just out trying to move things around in the veg patch. There was a tiny toad (glinting golden eyes) and a massive spider, bigger than the tiny toad. Which set me wondering, like Alice, Do spiders eat toads? Do toads eat spiders?

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knitter, mum, thinker
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