It’s the idyllic countryside, barrelling out the door to go adventuring, the wearing of ragged old shorts and patched up jumpers, placid horses, secret passageways in wood panelling, and swimming in clean rivers. 

Regardless of what they are, I will eat my village's entire winter stores of biscuit while standing at the sink, without any memory of ever having eaten them

Every so often, a cold wind of change sweeps through the house, when you declutter and nothing is safe

There would be modules on driver etiquette, how not to drive up my hole, acknowledging when someone lets you out. Indicators

Finding my novels scraped by AI, at first I couldn’t possibly figure out what use it would have to build up the large language models ability to describe the inner workings of an imaginary Tidy Towns group

FIT is Flower Insect Timed Count. You just spend 10 minutes looking at a flower or flowers and the 50cm x 50cm square around it and count the insects that visit it and put them into categories on an app or on a piece of paper

I’m sure people were somersaulting all through history but the Greeks seem to be the first to put a word on it

There’s a pHD to be written about the symbiotic relationship between the Doozers and the Fraggles. But I don’t have time for that because I need to work on getting Apple TV to pay for my new show.

Fly Away Home is the online base of Helen Day, who collects, curates and minds hundreds of old Ladybird books. They might be fairy tales, Peter and Jane, history, wildlife, How Stuff Works (or at least How Stuff Used To Work)

If you’re wondering where the really nice weather went, I may have something to do with it. I put away the Big Coat. Into the attic. A direct two fingers to the gods