Kath Buckley
@buckers2023.bsky.social
Reader, gardener, quilt maker, dog servant. Easily confused. Geriatric hippy. 💙📚
Morning dog walk.
A young woman stops to stroke my dog and tells me excitedly about the pantomime she’s in. Dress rehearsal tomorrow and opening night is Wednesday.
Behind the cafe two jackdaws squabble over a hazelnut.
The moon, bathed in sunlight, is clearly visible in the blue morning sky.
A young woman stops to stroke my dog and tells me excitedly about the pantomime she’s in. Dress rehearsal tomorrow and opening night is Wednesday.
Behind the cafe two jackdaws squabble over a hazelnut.
The moon, bathed in sunlight, is clearly visible in the blue morning sky.
December 8, 2025 at 10:38 AM
Morning dog walk.
A young woman stops to stroke my dog and tells me excitedly about the pantomime she’s in. Dress rehearsal tomorrow and opening night is Wednesday.
Behind the cafe two jackdaws squabble over a hazelnut.
The moon, bathed in sunlight, is clearly visible in the blue morning sky.
A young woman stops to stroke my dog and tells me excitedly about the pantomime she’s in. Dress rehearsal tomorrow and opening night is Wednesday.
Behind the cafe two jackdaws squabble over a hazelnut.
The moon, bathed in sunlight, is clearly visible in the blue morning sky.
Morning dog walk.
The river continues its unceasing journey south. Its brown peaty water tells of its quest to reach me.
A man in shorts sits at a picnic table. His bare feet rest in sliders.
The roller shutter at the rear of a shop slowly screeches open, releasing a girl scrutinising her phone.
The river continues its unceasing journey south. Its brown peaty water tells of its quest to reach me.
A man in shorts sits at a picnic table. His bare feet rest in sliders.
The roller shutter at the rear of a shop slowly screeches open, releasing a girl scrutinising her phone.
December 7, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Morning dog walk.
The river continues its unceasing journey south. Its brown peaty water tells of its quest to reach me.
A man in shorts sits at a picnic table. His bare feet rest in sliders.
The roller shutter at the rear of a shop slowly screeches open, releasing a girl scrutinising her phone.
The river continues its unceasing journey south. Its brown peaty water tells of its quest to reach me.
A man in shorts sits at a picnic table. His bare feet rest in sliders.
The roller shutter at the rear of a shop slowly screeches open, releasing a girl scrutinising her phone.
Morning dog walk.
The Turkish barber smokes a cigarette outside his shop as he waits for the first customer of the day.
A wet night has caused the river to start the day with a domineering attitude but its posturing worries no-one.
A flock of sparrows starts a sudden loud squabble in the hedge.
The Turkish barber smokes a cigarette outside his shop as he waits for the first customer of the day.
A wet night has caused the river to start the day with a domineering attitude but its posturing worries no-one.
A flock of sparrows starts a sudden loud squabble in the hedge.
December 1, 2025 at 10:20 AM
Morning dog walk.
The Turkish barber smokes a cigarette outside his shop as he waits for the first customer of the day.
A wet night has caused the river to start the day with a domineering attitude but its posturing worries no-one.
A flock of sparrows starts a sudden loud squabble in the hedge.
The Turkish barber smokes a cigarette outside his shop as he waits for the first customer of the day.
A wet night has caused the river to start the day with a domineering attitude but its posturing worries no-one.
A flock of sparrows starts a sudden loud squabble in the hedge.
Morning dog walk.
The river is loud and impatient but its recent rain induced fury has eased.
A bold blackbird lands on the fence next to us as if hoping I’ve brought seed.
The waning late November undergrowth reveals an ancient, moss covered drystone wall, long since displaced by post and wire.
The river is loud and impatient but its recent rain induced fury has eased.
A bold blackbird lands on the fence next to us as if hoping I’ve brought seed.
The waning late November undergrowth reveals an ancient, moss covered drystone wall, long since displaced by post and wire.
November 29, 2025 at 10:54 AM
Morning dog walk.
The river is loud and impatient but its recent rain induced fury has eased.
A bold blackbird lands on the fence next to us as if hoping I’ve brought seed.
The waning late November undergrowth reveals an ancient, moss covered drystone wall, long since displaced by post and wire.
The river is loud and impatient but its recent rain induced fury has eased.
A bold blackbird lands on the fence next to us as if hoping I’ve brought seed.
The waning late November undergrowth reveals an ancient, moss covered drystone wall, long since displaced by post and wire.
Morning dog walk.
The window cleaner by the hardware shop tosses his squeegee into his soapy bucket. The clatter and flying suds startle my dog momentarily. He apologises to her, crouches down and strokes her gently.
I marvel at the old local road signs and wonder about the hands that made them.
The window cleaner by the hardware shop tosses his squeegee into his soapy bucket. The clatter and flying suds startle my dog momentarily. He apologises to her, crouches down and strokes her gently.
I marvel at the old local road signs and wonder about the hands that made them.
November 28, 2025 at 10:05 AM
Morning dog walk.
The window cleaner by the hardware shop tosses his squeegee into his soapy bucket. The clatter and flying suds startle my dog momentarily. He apologises to her, crouches down and strokes her gently.
I marvel at the old local road signs and wonder about the hands that made them.
The window cleaner by the hardware shop tosses his squeegee into his soapy bucket. The clatter and flying suds startle my dog momentarily. He apologises to her, crouches down and strokes her gently.
I marvel at the old local road signs and wonder about the hands that made them.
Morning dog walk.
The low morning sun blazes a path towards us, powerful enough to dazzle but not to thaw the November frost.
A man, obviously afraid of dogs, gives us an anxious wide berth and it saddens me to realise the loyalty and unconditional love he’ll never experience.
The low morning sun blazes a path towards us, powerful enough to dazzle but not to thaw the November frost.
A man, obviously afraid of dogs, gives us an anxious wide berth and it saddens me to realise the loyalty and unconditional love he’ll never experience.
November 25, 2025 at 9:59 AM
Morning dog walk.
The low morning sun blazes a path towards us, powerful enough to dazzle but not to thaw the November frost.
A man, obviously afraid of dogs, gives us an anxious wide berth and it saddens me to realise the loyalty and unconditional love he’ll never experience.
The low morning sun blazes a path towards us, powerful enough to dazzle but not to thaw the November frost.
A man, obviously afraid of dogs, gives us an anxious wide berth and it saddens me to realise the loyalty and unconditional love he’ll never experience.
How is it that on television they have trigger warnings before any programme that contains anything that someone might not like but it’s OK to hit you with charity adverts showing ill treated donkeys, dogs, cats or children with no warning whatsoever?
November 23, 2025 at 2:55 PM
How is it that on television they have trigger warnings before any programme that contains anything that someone might not like but it’s OK to hit you with charity adverts showing ill treated donkeys, dogs, cats or children with no warning whatsoever?
Took the dogs to the beach earlier and there was a dead porpoise that had been washed up. For some reason we don’t understand Woodster was terrified of it. He ran off in a real panic and tried to get back to the car. 😢
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
November 23, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Took the dogs to the beach earlier and there was a dead porpoise that had been washed up. For some reason we don’t understand Woodster was terrified of it. He ran off in a real panic and tried to get back to the car. 😢
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
Seems to be OK now though. 😁
Morning dog walk.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
November 17, 2025 at 11:00 AM
Morning dog walk.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
The bright morning sun causes the first frost of the winter to sparkle then disappear.
The church spire looks majestic against the clear blue sky, its hands, still on British Summer Time, untruthful about the hour.
A blackbird scatters a pile of leaves in its search for food.
Morning dog walk.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
November 16, 2025 at 10:13 AM
Morning dog walk.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
The shrub by the visitors centre greets tourists and locals alike with a spectacular show of winter flowers.
We meet a teenage girl in a hat which reads ‘I am not weird’.
The river flows calmly and smoothly, as if reflecting the peaceful Sunday morning atmosphere of the town.
Morning dog walk.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
November 15, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Morning dog walk.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
We negotiate a fallen branch thrown across the path by last night’s angry wind.
Gulls circle overhead and call in uncharacteristic harmony.
The butcher, dressed in a green striped apron, appears from the back of his shop and waves a greeting to us from across the road.
Morning dog walk.
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
November 14, 2025 at 10:51 AM
Morning dog walk.
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
A row of wheelie bins lie face down in the path of the wind.
We meet a young dachshund who tangles himself in his lead in his excitement at seeing us.
A blackbird’s alarm call
tells of the presence of a cat by the church.
The river gathers white horses and herds them out to sea
There is a Nuthatch on my bird feeder
November 13, 2025 at 12:42 PM
There is a Nuthatch on my bird feeder
Morning dog walk.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
November 12, 2025 at 10:37 AM
Morning dog walk.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
The overcast sky combines with the grey stone of the town to create a sombre atmosphere, brightened by the festive red and green of the postbox in the hedge.
A man on the high street is fixing Christmas trees to brackets high on the shop fronts.
My dog greets a friend excitedly.
Amongst the huge number of wreaths at the war memorial today I was particularly pleased to see this one.
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
November 9, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Amongst the huge number of wreaths at the war memorial today I was particularly pleased to see this one.
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
“They had no choice. Their contribution should not be forgotten”
Morning dog walk.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
November 9, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Morning dog walk.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
The mournful sound of the bagpipes carries through the streets from the Remembrance Sunday piper in the town square.
Crocheted poppies in red and purple commemorate casualties from all species.
I remember my father’s tears as he took part in his last village memorial service.
November 8, 2025 at 8:29 AM
Three men have been today, knocked a hole in the bathroom wall and put in a new window. I can’t believe what a wonderful job they made of it. It’s perfect. And they did so much cleaning up after themselves that the house is actually cleaner than when they arrived 😁
November 7, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Three men have been today, knocked a hole in the bathroom wall and put in a new window. I can’t believe what a wonderful job they made of it. It’s perfect. And they did so much cleaning up after themselves that the house is actually cleaner than when they arrived 😁