A miscellany of heaven-only-knows-what along with opinionated nonsense from the largest village in Cornwall. Plenty of silliness, very little of merit and the occasional tirade.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
On the morning constitutional to Cremyll, I saw this little fellow was poking about in tufts of seaweed at Anderton. Hey, it's only a redshank; we have a plentiful supply of them over-wintering on the tidal creek. Pretty,though, aren't they?