Celebrating BATSFORD BOOKS
~ bringing a little colour to Austerity Britain in the late 1940s…
Post-war urban fantasies of a countryside never known, or forgotten since escaping it at a young age.
As surely as the short northern summer passes through my garden, fall must surely follow…
But we give thanks to the bees (and others) who laboured long at my apple tree to provide the promise of rich pickings in the season of mellow fruitfulness.
Sadly, Quixotree will miss the harvest, having already migrated south in search of warmth…
Wood in the service of mankind #11 – hot arabian motors seek shady repose