An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
20 April 2010
Red Grouse, Goshawk, Redstart, Crossbill, Siskin, etc., all within a reasonably short distance of Castle Aberquimcum. Actually, if the wind was in the right direction, motor vehicles were outlawed, everyone agreed to hold their breath and pachyderm ear implants were available on the Welsh version of the NHS, I could just about hear Red Grouse from my back garden. Unfortunately, it would appear the planes are flying once again so that's scuppered that potential garden tick.