Well, it’s September and I read somewhere that we are now meteorologically we are in Autumn or Fall if you don’t say Autumn even though the season of Autumn doesn’t really begin until 21st September. Meteorologically Summer didn’t really exist in…
Hurricanes in the USA – pictures from Mars. Let’s hope that those American electors get it right.
Red Wolf 1287 I try not to be biased towards wolves but I just can’t help it – they are wonderful beasts, none more so than the American Red Wolf which sadly and outrageously is one of the World’s most…
The whole World in one place – at Kew Gardens in London. I spent a day there at the weekend visiting the tropical house and then the temperate house but I was really Globe trotting and reviving my love of…
Last week, I visited the little 12th Century church at Berwick just a few miles away from my home in Lewes, East Sussex. We are so blessed with medieval churches around here that it is easy to take them for…
My small apple tree here in my Lewes garden has finally offered up these deliciously tempting fruits as August and Summer begins to wave us goodbye. The fruit, variety Croquella, is an early herald for Autumn and its rosiness tempers…
Bradley Wiggins of Britain wins the 2012 Tour de France. The downside of Britain having such a run of sporting successes this year has been missing one of my favourite tunes. It was marvellous that Bradley Wiggins became the first…
Janis Joplin Following my blog about the Scott Mckenzie and his place in the musically rich Summer of Love in 1967, on Tuesday, one of wolfiewolfgang.com’s regular readers, sent me this note. I agree with him whole-heartedly that the late…
I came across these entertaining photographs the other day – they are all unwitting (I think) cross cultural comments on the products that they are ripping off. Wii will always be WiWi for me now. S&Ms sounds a lot more…
My small town garden here in middle of Lewes, UK, borders onto an ancient defensive mound called Brach Mound. This year the owners of the Mound have decided to let it go wild and, rather like Burnham Woods in Macbeth,…