The first croak is the sweetest

I think I was eleven or twelve, back when summer days lasted forever and the future was full of promise and sunshine, that with the help of my dad I taught myself to water-ski. We holidayed in Portscatho on the Roseland Peninsula in a little cottage in the heart of the village.…

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I can see you

Our young froglets are starting to grow. I found this one nestled in some flints that surround the pond last evening and was grateful that it posed for some photographs. As ever, it has been fascinating to watch the tadpoles – both frog and toad – develop and finally emerge…

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