Grub’s Up The peregrine falcons have hatched a chick. Azina, a young first-time mother, has learned how to feed her offspring. The chick has no eating disorder.
March Gleanings Rather more PG Wodehouse content in March as I have been helping prepare back numbers of Wooster Sauce for publication on the Society’s website.
The Siege I’m 500 pages in; I’m in deep Chips and need a break. Instead of a Kit-Kat, I’m enjoying an Arturo Pérez-Reverte, The Siege.
Travelling with Chips Travelling with Chips in the 1920s (I have got to 1926) makes me appreciate the advantages of lockdown. He lives on a vapid, social merry go round.
Chunky Chips I very much enjoyed Chips Channon’s Diaries, the 1967 edition. I was aware it was incomplete out of respect for people still alive.
Himself and I My paternal grandparents left Ireland with my father in a hurry during the Troubles. They came back to Barmeath in 1938. Hitherto my grandfather had only been there on holiday as a child.
Golden Hill “A tour de force … alive with tantalising twists and turns … Dazzlingly written.” (The Sunday Times, Novel of the Year)