There was a young man from St Bees ....

Good and gentle reader,

Unaccustomed as I am to public posting, I shall nevertheless endeavour to set out my thoughts to you in this little blog.

It has been a long and eventful day, culminating dramatically in the discovery of a hornet in a pair of tights. I am sure you will be relieved to learn, sweet reader, that they were not my hose - nor was I wearing them at the time. I had merely brought them in from the washing line to be aired and I was alarmed by a frantic buzzing emanating from the laundry.

I believe the hornet to be one of nature's dustmen. I have released him into the garden to get on with the business of clearing away the rotten windfalls that surround my Beauty of Bath.

Sleep well my dear, Hamble.