Kath Buckley
@buckers2023.bsky.social
Reader, gardener, quilt maker, dog servant. Easily confused. Geriatric hippy. 💙📚
Morning dog walk.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
November 17, 2025 at 11:00 AM
Morning dog walk.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
Morning dog walk.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
November 16, 2025 at 10:13 AM
Morning dog walk.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
Morning dog walk.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
November 15, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Morning dog walk.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
Morning dog walk.
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
November 14, 2025 at 10:51 AM
Morning dog walk.
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
There is a Nuthatch on my bird feeder
November 13, 2025 at 12:42 PM
There is a Nuthatch on my bird feeder
Morning dog walk.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
November 12, 2025 at 10:37 AM
Morning dog walk.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
Amongst the huge number of wreaths at the war memorial today I was particularly pleased to see this one.
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
November 9, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Amongst the huge number of wreaths at the war memorial today I was particularly pleased to see this one.
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
Morning dog walk.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
November 9, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Morning dog walk.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
November 8, 2025 at 8:29 AM
Three men have been today, knocked a hole in the bathroom wall and put in a new window. I can’t believe what a wonderful job they made of it. It’s perfect. And they did so much cleaning up after themselves that the house is actually cleaner than when they arrived 😁
November 7, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Three men have been today, knocked a hole in the bathroom wall and put in a new window. I can’t believe what a wonderful job they made of it. It’s perfect. And they did so much cleaning up after themselves that the house is actually cleaner than when they arrived 😁
The dull morning suggests that last nights red sky was an empty promise.
The gates to the old churchyard stand wide open as if inviting the townspeople to enter and pay their respects.
The sun breaks through briefly and the hills reveal themselves invitingly from beneath their misty camouflage.
The gates to the old churchyard stand wide open as if inviting the townspeople to enter and pay their respects.
The sun breaks through briefly and the hills reveal themselves invitingly from beneath their misty camouflage.
November 7, 2025 at 10:03 AM
The dull morning suggests that last nights red sky was an empty promise.
The gates to the old churchyard stand wide open as if inviting the townspeople to enter and pay their respects.
The sun breaks through briefly and the hills reveal themselves invitingly from beneath their misty camouflage.
The gates to the old churchyard stand wide open as if inviting the townspeople to enter and pay their respects.
The sun breaks through briefly and the hills reveal themselves invitingly from beneath their misty camouflage.
Morning dog walk.
A man with a heavily tattooed bald head strides past us at speed.
Two days of rain has caused the river to be dark, wide and sinister. It heads powerfully along it’s course, oblivious to everything in its compulsion to reach the sea.
Fallen leaves drift just beneath the surface
A man with a heavily tattooed bald head strides past us at speed.
Two days of rain has caused the river to be dark, wide and sinister. It heads powerfully along it’s course, oblivious to everything in its compulsion to reach the sea.
Fallen leaves drift just beneath the surface
November 6, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Morning dog walk.
A man with a heavily tattooed bald head strides past us at speed.
Two days of rain has caused the river to be dark, wide and sinister. It heads powerfully along it’s course, oblivious to everything in its compulsion to reach the sea.
Fallen leaves drift just beneath the surface
A man with a heavily tattooed bald head strides past us at speed.
Two days of rain has caused the river to be dark, wide and sinister. It heads powerfully along it’s course, oblivious to everything in its compulsion to reach the sea.
Fallen leaves drift just beneath the surface
Still raining.
Woodster has picked up where he left off yesterday.
Woodster has picked up where he left off yesterday.
November 5, 2025 at 9:40 AM
Still raining.
Woodster has picked up where he left off yesterday.
Woodster has picked up where he left off yesterday.
Woodster has found the perfect way to fill his time on a rainyTuesday.
November 4, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Woodster has found the perfect way to fill his time on a rainyTuesday.
Look at this house for sale on Zoopla
Beautiful old house in a terrible state
It’s totally empty apart from the books.
Somebody has emptied the house and left all the books!!! www.zoopla.co.uk/for-sale/det...
Beautiful old house in a terrible state
It’s totally empty apart from the books.
Somebody has emptied the house and left all the books!!! www.zoopla.co.uk/for-sale/det...
Damerosehay, Birch Hill Lane, Kirkbride CA7, 4 bed detached house for sale, £225,000 - Zoopla
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November 2, 2025 at 1:58 PM
Look at this house for sale on Zoopla
Beautiful old house in a terrible state
It’s totally empty apart from the books.
Somebody has emptied the house and left all the books!!! www.zoopla.co.uk/for-sale/det...
Beautiful old house in a terrible state
It’s totally empty apart from the books.
Somebody has emptied the house and left all the books!!! www.zoopla.co.uk/for-sale/det...
Morning dog walk.
A cormorant flies low along the river and heads at speed towards the bridge as if re-enacting a Dambusters raid.
A shaft of sunlight highlights a small tree by the church causing its autumn leaves to glow red against the dull grey of the damp stone.
A hidden robin sings above us.
A cormorant flies low along the river and heads at speed towards the bridge as if re-enacting a Dambusters raid.
A shaft of sunlight highlights a small tree by the church causing its autumn leaves to glow red against the dull grey of the damp stone.
A hidden robin sings above us.
October 30, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Morning dog walk.
A cormorant flies low along the river and heads at speed towards the bridge as if re-enacting a Dambusters raid.
A shaft of sunlight highlights a small tree by the church causing its autumn leaves to glow red against the dull grey of the damp stone.
A hidden robin sings above us.
A cormorant flies low along the river and heads at speed towards the bridge as if re-enacting a Dambusters raid.
A shaft of sunlight highlights a small tree by the church causing its autumn leaves to glow red against the dull grey of the damp stone.
A hidden robin sings above us.
Morning dog walk.
Four swans fly overhead, their wingbeats audible in the peaceful Sunday morning.
A man strolls across the car park with a rescue greyhound. They both wear camouflage jackets.
The berries on the yew by the church gleam through the dull October drizzle.
Four swans fly overhead, their wingbeats audible in the peaceful Sunday morning.
A man strolls across the car park with a rescue greyhound. They both wear camouflage jackets.
The berries on the yew by the church gleam through the dull October drizzle.
October 26, 2025 at 10:12 AM
Morning dog walk.
Four swans fly overhead, their wingbeats audible in the peaceful Sunday morning.
A man strolls across the car park with a rescue greyhound. They both wear camouflage jackets.
The berries on the yew by the church gleam through the dull October drizzle.
Four swans fly overhead, their wingbeats audible in the peaceful Sunday morning.
A man strolls across the car park with a rescue greyhound. They both wear camouflage jackets.
The berries on the yew by the church gleam through the dull October drizzle.
Morning dog walk.
The river seems to be running faster than usual as if late to catch the morning tide.
A man on the opposite bank calls loudly to his black labrador as it lags behind, distracted by smells.
The low sun silhouetting an old couple ahead of me makes haloes of their grey hair.
The river seems to be running faster than usual as if late to catch the morning tide.
A man on the opposite bank calls loudly to his black labrador as it lags behind, distracted by smells.
The low sun silhouetting an old couple ahead of me makes haloes of their grey hair.
October 24, 2025 at 9:23 AM
Morning dog walk.
The river seems to be running faster than usual as if late to catch the morning tide.
A man on the opposite bank calls loudly to his black labrador as it lags behind, distracted by smells.
The low sun silhouetting an old couple ahead of me makes haloes of their grey hair.
The river seems to be running faster than usual as if late to catch the morning tide.
A man on the opposite bank calls loudly to his black labrador as it lags behind, distracted by smells.
The low sun silhouetting an old couple ahead of me makes haloes of their grey hair.
The owner of the company that put our badly fitted windows in has just been round to inspect the job. He looked straight past me and started talking to Mick until Mick pointed out to him that I was in the room too. 😂😂😂😂😂😂
October 23, 2025 at 10:17 AM
The owner of the company that put our badly fitted windows in has just been round to inspect the job. He looked straight past me and started talking to Mick until Mick pointed out to him that I was in the room too. 😂😂😂😂😂😂
Morning dog walk.
The blue sky and the sound of the river soothe my slightly fraught mood.
A man carrying a loaf and two large carrots strides purposefully across the town hall square and greets us cheerily as he passes. The robin’s clear autumn song follows us for the entire walk.
The blue sky and the sound of the river soothe my slightly fraught mood.
A man carrying a loaf and two large carrots strides purposefully across the town hall square and greets us cheerily as he passes. The robin’s clear autumn song follows us for the entire walk.
October 23, 2025 at 9:04 AM
Morning dog walk.
The blue sky and the sound of the river soothe my slightly fraught mood.
A man carrying a loaf and two large carrots strides purposefully across the town hall square and greets us cheerily as he passes. The robin’s clear autumn song follows us for the entire walk.
The blue sky and the sound of the river soothe my slightly fraught mood.
A man carrying a loaf and two large carrots strides purposefully across the town hall square and greets us cheerily as he passes. The robin’s clear autumn song follows us for the entire walk.
Two men here replacing glass panels in the patio doors. One has to be a contender for most miserable man alive. Couldn’t even bring himself to say Good Morning. He’s walked past me several times on his way to and from the van and no matter what I do or say he hasn’t even acknowledged my presence 😡
October 22, 2025 at 11:42 AM
Two men here replacing glass panels in the patio doors. One has to be a contender for most miserable man alive. Couldn’t even bring himself to say Good Morning. He’s walked past me several times on his way to and from the van and no matter what I do or say he hasn’t even acknowledged my presence 😡
Bought these violas from B&M on Monday. They looked even sadder in real life than they do on the photo. Brought them home and soaked them in water and every single one perked up. I expected one or two fatalities but there were none. 10p a tray! What a bargain.
October 22, 2025 at 9:48 AM
Bought these violas from B&M on Monday. They looked even sadder in real life than they do on the photo. Brought them home and soaked them in water and every single one perked up. I expected one or two fatalities but there were none. 10p a tray! What a bargain.
My brother-in-law is in Raffles bar in Singapore. No it’s never been on my bucket list. No I’m not jealous. Not at all. Not one little bit. Not one iota. 🤥☹️😢😭😭😭
October 18, 2025 at 11:21 AM
My brother-in-law is in Raffles bar in Singapore. No it’s never been on my bucket list. No I’m not jealous. Not at all. Not one little bit. Not one iota. 🤥☹️😢😭😭😭