A Month in The Countryside
Summer’s here but Helen Walmsley-Johnson’s still grading her storms according to the number of towels wedged under the door.
A Month in The Countryside
In Rutland, Helen Walmsley-Johnson’s got all sorts tumbling down her chimney.
A Month in The Countryside
They’re lambing in Rutland and Helen Walmsley-Johnson has a good view of the postnatal ward.
A Month in The Countryside
Peace and quiet? In Rutland? You have to be kidding, says (shouts) Helen Walmsley-Johnson.
A Month in The Countryside
This month, Helen Walmsley-Johnson chows down on last year’s turkey and quaffs a mealworm. Country life is all about making do…
A Month In The Countryside
Laying a fire is a faff, says Helen Walmsley-Johnson, but a real one’s a lot more satisfying than a ‘Feu de Bois’ candle.
A Month in The Countryside
Helen Walmsley-Johnson and the Cat finally have the time to notice the autumn hues. It’s just a shame the birds are drowning out their thoughts.
A Month in The Countryside
Spiders, spiders, everywhere, and Helen Walmsley-Johnson needs a drink. Will a “spider safari” at the local bird fair help quell our columnist’s terror?
A Month in The Countryside
Nervous blackbirds, stupid lambs and randy shrubbery have driven rural Rutland to the brink of midsummer madness. Helen Walmsley-Johnson, naturally, is tickled pink.
A Month In The Countryside
As spring continues to bounce through Rutland, Helen Walmsley-Johnson finds her beloved country walks accompanied by dancing hares, helicoptering quail and a startlingly combative ewe.