Cycling through delightful villages on the way to Amelia farm for what was to be one of the last visits I will make this year – never say you won’t return! – was strangely nostalgic for the past year. Although the majority of the time was over the winter, my early morning struggle up the aptly named hill ‘Tumble’ had been a largely dry affair. Those morning soakings I did endure were now being looked upon with affection. I don’t recall any affection to the weather, as I look back on those occasions. However, it was still a nostalgic...
March is the right word, the year is fast-moving!! This month shows the first signs of Garlic Mustard, a fantastic plant for pesto and...
