The Perseids

Call that a shower? I stood on the back lawn for quarter of an hour and saw several planes but only one meteor. It lasted for less than a second.

It was a clear night. Well, clearish. There were clouds around the horizon but the view to the top of the sky was unobstructed. I've forgotten most of my star-craft but this would be a good time and place to relearn it.

Live Fast, Die Young?

I wish I could explain to the rabbits that they're wasting their time trying to dig their way out of their fairly commodious pen and that they wouldn't like it anyway in a world that's full of wild rabbits who wouldn't accept them and predators who'd be only too happy to make their acquaintance.

And then I think- yes, but, if I were offered the choice between an hour spent running free through the lush tall grass and a number of years of untroubled captivity would I necessarily opt for the latter? 

Ooh la, la!

Imagine what it would be like if the BBC devoted as much time to philosophy as it does to cookery shows.

And now, in a change to the advertised programme, Raymond Blanc will be discussing how to live.