All right it’s been a week; And holidays are stressful aren’t they? Would it be Ok to wish myself on…
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This House is not My Home…
You all know I am living at my mother-in-law’s house which is lovely, roomy, comfortable, deep in the heart of…
Road Kill and Other Oddities…
Walking in the ancient woods in Beckenham is relatively safe if, as I discovered weeks later, I don’t pick up…
Final Days in Beckenham…
I was walking today along the lake at Hideaway. The wind was bitterly cold and since it had rained almost…
Daughts is Coming Home…
Life on Grand Mistral was drawing to a close. The friends Daughts had made during her three short months…
A Note to Daughts…
Daughts was having a sad day as she drew near to the end of her contract aboard The Grand Mistral.…
Chit Chatting on the Tube…
My favourite thing to do, when it isn’t too crowded or busy, is to eavesdrop on the public transport.
Bus, train, tube, all are fertile ground for interesting snippets of others’ private lives.
Nature’s Homage to Harvest…
At the beginning of October Harvest Festival takes place when we offer the first fruits and thank God for a…
Gathering Gloom…
The first time Daughts and I walked to the dead end of an unpaved road it was a July evening, still duskily light but too late to enter the dark, strange woods. I didn’t want to get lost along pathways Edward Scissor Hands may frequent.
Saying I Do…Again and Again…
Twenty-Nine years ago my Blue Eyed Cowboy robbed the cradle and together we said out first “I do’s” in the City of Westminster with God as our witness.