Now I always have company. Listen, there’s the patter of my little white shadow on four dog feet. He has a licky mouth and a wet nose and a very sweet nature. He curls up like a cosy cat with eyes blinking and sleepy sighs. He runs like the wind and whirls like the...
Who hasn’t got a memory of the utterly pink perfection of a sugar mouse confection? With its lovely incongruous string tail and the smooth but solid shape, it is the nicest kind of mouse, a childhood fancy that came miraculously out of the depths of a Christmas...
The hopeful Christmas girl, dreaming of snow smiles in anticipation of a home all decorated, with fires lit and stockings hung; the usual, but still special for my daughter, wrapped in beauty this festive time. Her goodwill and care festoon our rooms with paper...
I’ve heard it all before when the sun beat blindly on the show and the microphones forced sound around a relentless smile. I’ve seen it all before: the extreme falconry, or sheep, or ducks and the corny suggestive jokes. Why involve wildlife in all this? This is not...
