Ravendale House

You know when Steve Redgrave famously said we had to shoot him if he ever went near a boat again?

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We have a new visitor to the garden, in the shape of a moorhen.

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I’ve spoken before about my garden birds and how I love watching their antics in and around the bird feeder. Well today I’ve been concentrating my attention on a thrush. (more…)

Yesterday teatime I was in the kitchen making the tea, it was about 4.10pm.

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The gardening year is like well written prose, punctuated like it is with er –  – – – – – well, punctuations!

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My mum used to say that at her great age she’d seen everything, but in truth there’s always something new and exciting to see however old you are. Take this week as an example.

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I think my body is still operating under British Summer Time. We put the clocks back 3 days ago and yet I’m still waking up at 7.15am instead of 8.15am.

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Earlier in the year the flowering cherries were an absolute picture. Their white blossoms shone out to herald the arrival of my favourite season, Spring.

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I never thought I would be happy with a public house at the bottom of my garden. It’s not that we don’t drink, it’s just that the perception is it could be disruptive to quiet rural living.

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Well I got away with it a couple of nights ago. The frost came but the geraniums survived intact, and are still flowering their socks off.

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