Yesterday I was sat in our garden cogitating over how many species of hoverfly there are in the UK*. I had counted five either on or zipping around the ox-eye daisies. Not knowing their species names, I made up my own. ‘Harry the Hover,’ a dainty little thing I named ‘Henrietta’, one bad ass thatContinue reading “‘Plop.’”
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The Watcher.
There was a gap in the cold grey sky, a sheet of blue optimsm towered above us as Sherlock and I chanced our arms (and legs) and set off for head weir on the River Otter. We squelched along by the mill stream and up through the woods to the sound of a brimfull riverContinue reading “The Watcher.”
Simon Harlond 