One reason why the dog is often known as a man's best friend. Who amongst your friends would plunge without forethought into water to retrieve an article thrown at the merest fancy? You'd count yourself extremely lucky if you had even one such friend.How, in that event, do you then show your appreciation? Buy him a leash, put him on it, and tug on it should he ever decides to jump off after a random twig again. It'll keep him dry.
Stags! What we, or I, rather, came to Richmond Park for.Signs erected all over the place tell visitors 'they move with great speed and strength'. I need no proper warning. Those antlers are quite enough to keep me away.
Nothing completes a scene out of the country like running water does.
I felled a tree once before. That was two and a half years ago in Brunei when I was still in the army. We were each given a machete, and told to clear enough room to put up our hammocks. A sapling (standing at about three or four metres in height) stood between where I wanted to tie either end of the hammock, and it took me a good fifteen minutes of rather furious hacking to get it out of the way.Would probably have taken me more than fifteen minutes for the one above.
The duck pond in the Isabella Plantation, where Michelle fell under the spell of evil mandarin ducks.
Peering through the looking glass. It's a straight line of sight where I'm looking to St Paul's Cathedral some miles away.
The Thames, not a river you'd associate with trees and meadows.
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