A riverside cox

We inadvertently watched a rowing race on the Dee, but none of the coxes could compete with the riverside's loudest caller.

Rituals of renewal, with cake

In the past I've enjoyed indulging in birthday 'bath tub tourism'. Little did I know it's traditional for the time of year.

The jay as a messenger

Who knows what messages the jay may have for me.

Ghost, stories and ghost stories

How can you tell it's January? I'm putting together another iteration of my website.