Kath Buckley
@buckers2023.bsky.social
Reader, gardener, quilt maker, dog servant. Easily confused. Geriatric hippy. 💙📚
Took the dogs to the beach earlier and there was a dead porpoise that had been washed up. For some reason we don’t understand Woodster was terrified of it. He ran off in a real panic and tried to get back to the car. 😢
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
November 23, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Took the dogs to the beach earlier and there was a dead porpoise that had been washed up. For some reason we don’t understand Woodster was terrified of it. He ran off in a real panic and tried to get back to the car. 😢
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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. 🤥☹️😢😭😭😭
Morning dog walk.
A hopeful ginger cat stalks wildlife on the riverbank.
Outside the supermarket a black and white dog is tied to the bicycle rack. He lies patiently waiting for his owner, his ball and ball thrower on the pavement beside him.
A single toadflax flower braves the cold October air.
A hopeful ginger cat stalks wildlife on the riverbank.
Outside the supermarket a black and white dog is tied to the bicycle rack. He lies patiently waiting for his owner, his ball and ball thrower on the pavement beside him.
A single toadflax flower braves the cold October air.
October 16, 2025 at 9:22 AM
Morning dog walk.
A hopeful ginger cat stalks wildlife on the riverbank.
Outside the supermarket a black and white dog is tied to the bicycle rack. He lies patiently waiting for his owner, his ball and ball thrower on the pavement beside him.
A single toadflax flower braves the cold October air.
A hopeful ginger cat stalks wildlife on the riverbank.
Outside the supermarket a black and white dog is tied to the bicycle rack. He lies patiently waiting for his owner, his ball and ball thrower on the pavement beside him.
A single toadflax flower braves the cold October air.