I’m listening in my garden, catching up with Mole’s murmurings while I eat my porridge. It’s 10 deg here too, and has been mizzling on and off, and looking at my own very overgrown entrance path I felt we could be neighbours chatting through the undergrowth.
I’m listening in my garden, catching up with Mole’s murmurings while I eat my porridge. It’s 10 deg here too, and has been mizzling on and off, and looking at my own very overgrown entrance path I felt we could be neighbours chatting through the undergrowth.