It is often said that certain moments in ones life are recalled by way of the music that was…
My cycle ride to the Thomson monument, recorded in my previous post, wasn’t the only excursion of…
Way back in time we swam in the Evenlode river beneath Gritney Hill. Today it was the Shereburgh…
William Blake, painter, poet, craftsman and engraver, was a Londoner.; the “supreme poet of his…
“Generations have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And…
April 2nd saw the first swallow arrive: early. Too early for its own good in fact as it was greeted…
She doesn’t know it but I have a lot to thank Alys Fowler for. Regular readers of this site will…
Beth was home for a few days in November. Unbelievable weather, still and sunny, saw us out walking…
It was to be a week of physical endeavour with all the old tools, the mattock, peck, shovel and…