In a few short months I will reach something of a milestone. It's a slightly notional milestone, some would say. It's not so much that I will turn 46 years of age. It's more to do with identity and how I see myself. If you were to ask me where I'm from, my answer might … Continue reading It’ll Be All Wight
The River Avon as autumn approaches.
Swans are by no means exclusive to the British Isles, and I dare say many other nations have their own, different, view on this, but to me the majestic swan has always seemed ever so very English. Perhaps that is because it is majestic, and this is a land of monarchs. Where, incidentally, the vast … Continue reading Abbotsbury Swannery
Mrs P has come to the conclusion that people in England are either really, really nice or really, really grotty. I do understand what she means. Yesterday she met one of the nice ones. An old gent feeding bread to the swans. He shared some with her - she also likes swans. These mute swans … Continue reading The Salisbury Swans
The Mexile 