This is an extract from book I’m writing – ‘A Year at Bluebell Cottage’ From ‘April, come she will’The garden is slowly clothing itself in a haze of virgin green buds. In winter I can see right through the bare stems in borders nearest the cottage through to the newly carved out Berry Border on […]

The swallows have arrived, surely earlier than usual, or does it just seem early because it’s still so chilly? Peter clocked them first on Thursday, wheeling in a flock of 40 or so overhead. A few peeled off and settled on the telephone wires and the rest flew on, as if some invisible, airborne bus […]