Ponderings from the Polytunnel

 It’s Only Natural I couldn’t make out what it was at first. All I could see was a fan shaped tail, neatly finished with a black trim, bobbing up and down on top of the trellis. It turned out to be the back end of Mr Pigeon, tenaciously wooing his intended with a gentlemanly bow.Continue reading “Ponderings from the Polytunnel”