Planting flowers for 2022
The other day I liked – both in the FB and literal sense – the post of a friend who’d offered this image. But isn’t it incompatible with the image I posted a few days ago? Only if we have … Read More »
The other day I liked – both in the FB and literal sense – the post of a friend who’d offered this image. But isn’t it incompatible with the image I posted a few days ago? Only if we have … Read More »
[ezcol_1third]Thanks to my Facebook pal, David Paul Jacobs, for this. Eat, chew, Brutus?[/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end][/ezcol_2third_end] And thanks to another FB pal, Michael Stowell, for this. *
January 5, 2022 provided perfect conditions at Attenborough Nature Reserve. After a spell of warm and wet, the fifth day of the year saw temperatures drop – and lashings of sunshine. The birds were out in force. No excuse, then, … Read More »
Two days ago I noted how corporate media in the West give even positive news about China a negative spin by appending the rhetorical question, but at what cost? I should have added that China’s ultra-leftist critics, imperialism’s useful idiots, … Read More »
. Stats nerds and propellor-heads aside, humans are crap at probability. It’s not that we can’t do sums. Weaving the lanes of a crowded M1 at 70mph, cutting a zig-zag across a busy junction on foot or leaping for a … Read More »
Ever noticed how some people can lecture all day on the need for self awareness, in ways that exemplify about as much of the stuff as a well raised house plant? I know Frank from my stint in a spiritual … Read More »
Yesterday was one of those days of dramatic change: skies almost black one minute, beatifically lit up the next. I’d been doing a spot of DIY for a stepdaughter in Derby, and was on my way to get the bus … Read More »
It almost looks like summer for these tufted ducks, behind Attenborough Cricket Club. Or early autumn. But the world is dusted with snow. And there’s ice on the water. Though the birds are out in force, … Read More »
Sunday afternoon with the woofers, on the River Soar around Kegworth and Sutton Bonington. We leave the tiny car park due east of Kegworth on the far side of the eighteenth century bridge over the Soar. We have to cross … Read More »
Anthropologist Margaret Mead was once asked what she deemed the first sign of civilization in a culture. Fish hooks? Pottery? Flint spear heads? No. Mead replied that the earliest discovered sign of civilization was a femur which had been broken … Read More »