Me and Bertie (my brother) darted and dodged about the field, Daddy chasing us, and not far behind. A gentle breeze swept the grass, and the sun sat low in the sky, watching us gleefully. We vaulted the stile, and ambled up the path, through the gate and past the minuscule car park. Ducks quackedContinue reading “Brilliant Bradley Delivers”
The Bovey Birder 