Larkstone Beach, Ilfracombe
Rockpools and the harbour from Larkstone Beach, Ilfracombe
Rockpools and the harbour from Larkstone Beach, Ilfracombe
Now the flowers on the bushes are developing into flowers. The raspberries look good . . .
Were these the beans that Jack swapped for the cow?
Wild foxgloves are just coming into flower this year up Hillsborough in Ilfracombe . . .
Three days away and the sunflowers have shot up . . . They obviously enjoy the combination of warmth, light and rain . . . . . . although I’d like to know who is munching away at the leaves. Who else is growing sunflowers? Have you entered the sunny sunflower @twunflowercomp on twitter? It’s … Read more
Our poppies are almost horizontal . . . . . . but generally plants seem to be the better for the water and now the temperature is rising again . . . Posted via web from robertz’s posterous
. . . even after a couple of glasses of red wine or maybe even because of them.
Everywhere is blue this morning.
It’s a wonderful time of year when so many plants start to flower . . .
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They’re flowering thick and fast . . .
Out with the dogs and camera this Bank Holiday morning up Hillsborough snapping away . . .
Are you growing sunflowers? Have you entered the Sunny Sunflower Competition 2010 on twitter at @twunflowercomp?
This summer our two red poppy plants promise a magnificent display.
The general election. We knew it was coming. I’m sure many people don’t want it, even though we need it. We needed it last year, but we have had to wait.
Breakfast on a Good Friday is a one-off for us: a supply of freshly baked hot cross buns from the Pantry in Ilfracombe High Street, North Devon.
Following an invitation from @stu_art_ist and @TweetsBySkeet, I have joined the @TwunFlowerComp on twitter.
My recommendation: focus on people and apply existing measures so that the perpetrators know they cannot abuse the law and the police and, what’s more, cannot abuse the dogs, who are the ones that suffer most.
What is it about unceasing noise and activity that is so exciting? I don’t know. I’ve lived and worked in London, was born under the Heathrow Airport flight path, have been jostled by crowds at big events and on city streets, have listened to the unending rumble of distant traffic, so I’m well acquainted with hustle and bustle, but I’ve always sought peace and quiet.
It’s that time of year when some people tire of brussels sprouts, but the Victorians knew what to do with them: turn them into soup.