dry-valleys:

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Then came old January, wrappèd well
In many weeds to keep the cold away;
Yet did he quake and quiver, like to quell,
And blow his nails to warm them if he may;
For they were numb’d with holding all the day
An hatchet keen, with which he fellèd wood
And from the trees did lop the needless spray” Edmund Spenser.

At Bagnall Road Wood, where I’m part of a voluntary group helping care for what is very much a hidden gem in the city.

January has consisted largely of working in the office so it was a relief to get out and get some lasting work done. We were dredging the pond, which had become silted up during the winter, and you can see (8) Martin, the chairman of the friends of group, toiling away with canine help!

On Sunday and (2,7) May 2016, (4) October 2016.

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I told the truth - but told it bent. Wandering around bemused and ranty since 2007. View all posts by BrownhillsBob