This month, as I drove through the floods of Cumbria, I was reminded of poor old Dr Foster:
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain
He stepped in a puddle
Right up to his middle
And never went there again!
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It’s always a treat to see a treecreeper. A small brown woodland bird, a little larger than a wren and a little smaller than a sparrow, it can sometimes be spotted working its way up a tree trunk or along the underside of a branch, probing the bark for insects with its slender, curved beak.
Posted 1 week 19 hours ago
My 9x great uncle, John Kelsall, wrote a tract back in 1682. He gave it the following, snappy title:
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