Last gasp bluebells

Every year Phil and I always try and go for a bluebell walk – but this year the bluebells were very early. So when Phil met me after work today we just managed to catch the last few before they went to seed.
We set off from Linton and went past Linton House – now owned by some large corporation and used for who knows what. It is absolutely beautiful though.

A week ago this would have been spectacular.

Here is Phil – who is still spectacular!


There was aspectacular sunset.
To finish – here is a botany lesson.

This is the English bluebell.


This is the evil Spanish enemy bluebell.

Bring out the glyphosate – the spades – the flame throwers – KILL IT!!

Last gasp bluebells

Every year Phil and I always try and go for a bluebell walk – but this year the bluebells were very early. So when Phil met me after work today we just managed to catch the last few before they went to seed.
We set off from Linton and went past Linton House – now owned by some large corporation and used for who knows what. It is absolutely beautiful though.

A week ago this would have been spectacular.

Here is Phil – who is still spectacular!


There was aspectacular sunset.
To finish – here is a botany lesson.

This is the English bluebell.


This is the evil Spanish enemy bluebell.

Bring out the glyphosate – the spades – the flame throwers – KILL IT!!

Chickens

I didn’t mention the sad demise of Molly, Lola, Ethel and Bertha.
Or their replacements – so quickly that they didn’t even get names.
Suffice it to say that I would like a fox fur coat.
I have been campaigning hard for an eglu but at almost £400 we are giving the chicken palace one more chance. Phil has been all over it and nailed and screwed down every last gap.

We have welcomed two little waifs and strays from a barn system – they are a bit bedraggled and seem lonely for their thousands of barnmates – but hopefully will escape the fox.

Chickens

I didn’t mention the sad demise of Molly, Lola, Ethel and Bertha.
Or their replacements – so quickly that they didn’t even get names.
Suffice it to say that I would like a fox fur coat.
I have been campaigning hard for an eglu but at almost £400 we are giving the chicken palace one more chance. Phil has been all over it and nailed and screwed down every last gap.

We have welcomed two little waifs and strays from a barn system – they are a bit bedraggled and seem lonely for their thousands of barnmates – but hopefully will escape the fox.