The Watcher in the Wood

After a never-ending deluge we grabbed an opportunity to sprint up to the woods.  My autumn almanac leaf peeper, dream sweeper, accompanied me.  There were no ivy creepers or belisha beacons.  But as you will all notice, plenty of Butterbur.  Don’t forget who Jacqueline Delubac married.  Maybe it was the day you mistakenly of  skimmed through your copy of Debretts weekly.


Later we resumed to work on our raft – you may see us floating up the Ythan.