Friko's World

I am still struggling with my new computer; it looks like all my thousands of photos have gone to a place where Yosemite cannot go. T...

Nothing can stop an English village celebrating its traditional festivals, even if the ‘tradition’ goes back only a dozen years or so. ...

Crabapples for the birds Chicken of the Woods for herbivores Carrots, sweet peppers, celery, courgettes, onions, ga...

Walking on the river bank I heard a tinkle as of wind chimes. Peering into the sun-pierced shadows  above the flowing water I s...

He came first, marching up the hill, hands in pockets, not turning to see where she’d got to.   Then she came, following h...

Nine days into the cruellest month there are no lilacs breeding out of the dead land.   At the beginning of April winter still kep...

Really Hilary? Thank you so much. This is  My World   in the glorious Shropshire Hills during Easter week 2013 Sky a...

It’s wonderful when I have to eat my words! No matter whether I complain about the weather, tiresome people, the boring place we live...

Between the rains, the floods and the frosts we had one beautiful day a couple of weeks ago and Millie and I drove up to Black Hill, ju...

On a day of tempestuous weather my  friend Rafe and I set off for a visit to the theatre, facing  a six hour roundtrip of 222 miles in ...

 Although I have no immediate, or even long-term, plans to join the Valley's End inhabitants who have reached their final destination in...

Do My World pictures have to be beautiful? Can they be about something I found fascinating? While having my muesli breakfast in the co...

On a walk in the woods, and on field edges, I looked for signs of Spring and, lo and behold, they are plentiful; although the tre...