1. The smell of bluebells overpowering the smell of a muck-spread field.
2. A slender cat the colour of ginger nuts waiting by the post box. It looks like a little lion and for a moment I wonder if round the corner there might be a herd of appropriately sized zebras and wildebeest.
3. Wisteria. I am always pleased to see houses draped with its long purple flowers springing from nearly leafless vines.
Bee, green beans and movie night.
1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...