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The doggerator and I. I’ve talked about these before, but they looked so good in the sunshine I had to photograph them again. Plus I’ve learnt that in Russian these are called kalinka, hence the song. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. September 28, 2015. Ladybirds always catch the eye. This bush, six feet tall, growing in our garden, is home to scores of them. The reason is in the pictures, too, the greenfly alongside the shoots, which ladybirds and their grubs eat. I think that most if not all of ...
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Pretty | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. December 6, 2015. Like John →. One thought on “ Pretty. December 6, 2015 at 10:31 am. For those chilli winter days…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out.
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Beautiful? | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. Red leaves in autumn. They are traditionally beautiful. We remark on them to friends, and no one ever says they don’t like them. But this tree is red on only one side; the north side, as it happens. Its neighbours, also horse-chestnuts, are still mainly green, so I wonder if it is diseased. And if so, if the colour is a symptom of disease, does it stop being beautiful? How far is beauty related to the look, and how far does it depend on the meaning? October 10, 2015.
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Like John | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. This is a story about death, love, kindness and courage. You can buy a copy here. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. April 5, 2016. 2 thoughts on “ Like John. April 5, 2016 at 10:34 pm. Fabulous Stuart…does this mean we need to buy a kindle! April 6, 2016 at 12:40 am. Just bought in on Amazon.com.au! Congratulations on your publication and the cover looks great, too. Looking forward to immersing myself in it. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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The doggerator and I. This is a story about death, love, kindness and courage. You can buy a copy here. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. April 5, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. December 6, 2015. It’s as gorgeous as I remember, especially the piano playing of Louis van Dijk – always sotto voce. Les Feuilles Mortes, or Autumn Leaves, was written by a Hungarian living in France during the War and published in 1945. I like it very much. I can’t say why, and it seems pointl...I’ve ...
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The doggerator and I. The doggerator and I. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Bicycle, the documentary feature film.
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Bleeding canker | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. Doesn’t sound too serious, does it? I’m fairly sure this is what the chestnut tree is suffering from. These pictures show cracks in the bark, though it’s not clear if they are ‘bleeding’ or weeping. The silvery marks look like a mixture of spider webs and slug or snail trails. The latter could be the result of sugary sap leakage. So the tree is red because it is dying. But I suppose all red and yellow leaves are that colour because they, if not their trees, are dying.
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Spindle | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. I’ve never seen spindle before, at least, I haven’t noticed it. It’s every bit as luridly coloured as the illustrations. This is in Martin Moore. Orange and shocking pink. Not what you expect from a native British plant. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. October 13, 2015. Les Feuilles Mortes →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Les Feuilles Mortes | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. I bought an LP this week (I took more than three hundred to a charity shop last month). It’s an album I once had on cassette called After Hours, featuring Elly Ameling and Louis van Dijk singing songs from the 20s 30s and 40s. I liked it, and it’s not on CD or Spotify so I enjoyed the decision to buy it on vinyl. It’s as gorgeous as I remember, especially the piano playing of Louis van Dijk – always sotto voce. Here is van Dijk looking splendid in early 80s style. October 23, 2015.
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Old Chestnut | Searching for Lucia
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The doggerator and I. I think these are late, this year. I’m pretty sure September was conker month last year, with some falling in October. Here we are at the end of September and the ground is largely clear of conkers. Other trees are fruiting abundantly. Two varieties of rowan there. And it would be wrong to forget the less showy trees. This lime still has all its fruits, when others have dropped them weeks ago, to pop and skitter under my cycle tyres. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
