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A copper beech against the bright almost lime green of the other beeches in the field; the sheep are blithely grazing beneath, still in their winter woollies. It’s May 2nd and really quite chilly, but the promised rain hasn’t come yet… the sheep don’t car either way, they have their waterproofs on.
MoreWhat a wonderful name, Zebedee Peskett! In Sussex where he lived, Peskett was not a common name, but there were several families who had it, spelled in slightly different ways. Zebedee was born in 1811 to Edward and Susannah and had several brothers and sisters, including Frederick, maria Frances, Mary Ann, Matilda and Philip. He was a smith; his […]
MoreCowslips… they are cousins of primroses, and they smell so divine… … a carpet of bluebells…
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Lois Elsden 