Onwards an upwards, or along, whichever you prefer.
So, I can now confirm that the two acre wood is ours. The deeds have been signed, the monies paid, and the fat lady has sung.
It also has a name. Follow this . . . grand children = grand kiddies = griddies. That’s it. Griddies Copse.
We spent last weekend getting our bearings, avoiding rotten tree branches that swayed precariously and threatened to fall with less than the slightest touch, and trying to avoid squashing baby frogs – lots and lots of baby frogs!
There’s masses of work to be done.
The first job, and of paramount importance obviously, was to erect the two bird tables, the bug box and the seed feeder. Weirdly, nothing had found any of them by Sunday. I think the wood is so old and unattended that the birds don’t even bother looking for food in it, and seriously, why should fat balls, niger and…
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