Francisco’s and my fish boards, post rainy session at Holywell.

The trees are being reborn right now. I am sure it has never looked this stunning. So much vibrancy and life everywhere I look.

Up on the South Downs, on the way to Winchester

I’m about to make my side all cheesy.

Thanks to some of the students, the pool has now been emptied, cleaned, filled and chlorinated and is READY! And cold. Who dares to be first in?

At New Pond Cottages, a long wall of chopped wood, axe waiting for more.

At five o’clock this morning

On Friday we moved the mother and sixteen ducklings that we knew about out to the sunken garden at the school. Then this one was suddenly here this morning. She’d been behind another bush and managed not to be seen nesting these weeks. Of course, this family will have to be moved too, because there is not enough food in the small courtyard, and as they get bigger, the poop is noticeable. But while they are here, they are so much fun to watch on a break from work. It took them about half an hour to learn to climb the plank out of the pond. Even after watching their siblings do it, some were still leaping at the wall and bouncing back into the water. By mid afternoon, they had all learnt the way back up to mother.