Oops that’s the weigelia! Note to self: wear glasses when posting! Here it is:

Snap! Though in the former Conservativedom of Berkshire.

Oops - obvs I mean English bull terrier. Potter - you will NEVER be forgotten.

Late. Even the mallard is resting.

She lives in fear of my Marshall 100 in the guitar room! This is my current rotation. What she fears most is my 79 av20 Washburn, which is a rock machine! Having said that, she is a good girl, who requires 2+ hours exercise a day, and still barks at me!

You rang?

Here’s a speckled wood sunning itself for you.

This - from that esteemed organ, Private Eye - sums up most of the internet every day. Lord Gnome should be ennobled; oh, wait…

Meet the real Potter - a devil of a dog who undoubtedly now has a special kennel in hell (and a permanent place in my heart).

My answer to most questionable posts.

Love the many wood pigeons in my garden. Still mourning the passing of Pegleg, who seemed immortal despite his long-term injury. He finally went to the crappily-constructed nest in the sky last winter.

Feel the need to big up border collies - the most marvellous dogs.

Potter. An absolute legend in his (short) lifetime.