They get later every year. Last Saturday (21st March) frog spawn in the pond. For one day the frogs went absolutely mad.  Burping and croaking and motoring around, showing off […]

It’s cold. There’s about 2″ of ice on the pond. It’s barely even frozen before. The level’s dropped so I switch on the hose from the water butt. Not much […]

Looking after the young…

I stepped out to pick a pear to eat with the stilton and port (that‘s what autumn is all about) and this chap was sitting on the step. I almost […]

Two of them are bellowing to each other this evening. For the record, I just saw a fish, so there’s at least one of them alive.

My frisky frogs have brought about the most exciting thing to happen in the pond since the baby fish 18 months ago: two great lumps of spawn (the smaller one […]

That’s abroad in the sense of “out and about” not in another country. Although come to think of it, it was another country. And it’s not a frog, it’s a […]

Not a pleasant post, I fear, but in Little Storping we will not shy away from the truth. It’s a barely recognisable dried out husk, looks a little like a […]

I know they’ve previously wandered in but I put that down to youthful pranks. Tonight it’s hot, it’s rained a little. They come in again. I spot two of them […]