tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18793341.post2834057378940710832..comments2023-10-25T14:19:15.136+01:00Comments on a dog's life in the Tamar valley, Cornwall, PL17: of snowdrops and molehillsSpothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027658858923261262noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18793341.post-60287871128052946972010-02-21T20:50:43.919+00:002010-02-21T20:50:43.919+00:00Someone's busying for spring! :0)Someone's busying for spring! :0)Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16060366331794781160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18793341.post-20266642393658884092010-02-15T17:38:52.466+00:002010-02-15T17:38:52.466+00:00I just love that book, in fact I think it is still...I just love that book, in fact I think it is still my all time favourite, and it is one reason why I find it hard to regard moles as the pests they sometimes are.Spothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05027658858923261262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18793341.post-53996539702145830192010-02-15T16:59:49.425+00:002010-02-15T16:59:49.425+00:00"It all seemed too good to be true. Hither an..."It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting - everything happy, and progressive, and occupied."<br /><br />I believe Mole is finally digging out of his burrow.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11454589679974847610noreply@blogger.com