the trees have been thinned out and lo and behold there is masses of cow wheat (the little yellow flowers) appearing. This is one of the plants that the heath fritillary buttefly feeds on, so part one of the conservation plan is working.
how do they know it's my birthday, I haven't told anyone. And I hear that there is an enormous celebrity opening the fete. Could it be me? It must be, surely. And there's a special screen saver with lots of these pictures on sale on a CD. Fame!
these daisies are out everywhere. One small detail should suggest that this is out of the family archive. Will it rain on my party? Will it ever stop raining? was this poem written by a Cornishman? "All b****y clouds, and b****y rains,No b****y kerbs, no b****y drains,The Council's got no b****y brains,In b****y ........... ." (Put in your own wettest place). Thank you Hamish.