Miss Foxy – we’re pretty sure she is a young vixen but we are no experts!
Superb kippers for lunch so their bones and leftovers will make a deliciously smelly supper for her.
We were out early this morning walking Teddy, Mum’s dog.
The land around Mum’s house was originally part of the hunting estate close to Windsor Forest. It is connected by a road called Nine Mile Road that King George III, as part of an expansion programme to the rides, built for Queen Anne to more easily facilitate hunting in Windsor Forest.
Now it is a golf-course.
Like Windsor Great Park, oak trees grow everywhere. Some are very old.
This is from a young tree that Mum “saved” when it was a sprouting acorn and is now tall and well established. If anyone wants “ancient” oak acorns, please say. I can pop them in my pocket and you can grow your own oak tree. Mum’s tree proves it is easily achievable.
So that’s me. My car has been given a vague diagnosis – “an intermittent fault” which is the worst kind in my book. 800 miles to drive home wondering if it will or won’t get there safely.