The peregrine falcons’ eggs should hatch in a few days. They have been diligent incubating so they may all hatch. This was a brief moment after Tom re-arranged the eggs. Last year there was only one chick. Meanwhile, an enterprising neighbour has hatched his own plan.
My grandmother Jeanie Bellew (1890 – 1973) was an excellent fisherman until she went to live at Barmeath when she turned her attention to gardening. Heather Muir, who created the garden at Kiftsgate, named this viola after her friend and neighbour.
For once Bertie wasn’t to blame. He’d seen a seal basking on the St Paul’s School boathouse slipway a few times and, as we say in Ireland, passed no remark.