As a child I’d spend weeks with my paternal grandmother in her house in Buckinghamshire. Booker was in the country…
rubbish
Carrying Rubbish…
There is a dustbin pick up at Turkey Creek each Friday and I only know that because I see the…
The Things They Dropped…
I walk each morning with the dogs before it gets too warm. That means just before sunrise! I see beauty…
Graffiti and Other Eyesores
With only countable weeks left before our departure from England I am feeling down… I don’t want to talk about…
Littering and a Rogue Cardi…
We walk up and down our road countless times a day. Well, I say countless, that is an exaggeration because…
Rubbish…
Each evening I take the rubbish out. I would do it in Garland too and on walking in our…