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Winter in Canberra has ground everything to a halt. That’s what it feels like, anyhow. July has come early and July is Canberra’s bad month. When the bad month hits it doesn’t matter how much there is to write about, … Continue reading
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The only thought I have is this: I shall imagine life is not worth dying, if (and when) roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed’s a rose, roses (you feel certain) will … Continue reading
Going back and forth from Greenwich Village to the Barn each week was guaranteed to create a sense of contrast: in New York certain amenities–heat, light, plumbing–were pretty much a given. In Sheffield, nothing was a given. When you’re turning … Continue reading
Well, we’re snowed in again as we enter the second week of this unexpected early freeze that has paralysed most of Northern Europe. Which got me thinking about weather, and winter on the smallholding, and … pressure. Pressure is often … Continue reading
This year the crows started coming around in larger numbers. I bang on the bowl seven times. By the time #7 rings out, I hear crows in the distance, and then they’re swooping in, waiting for me to get in the house so they can eat.
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