Chasing Colours
Land of Ice and Fire was another name I’d heard for the Nordic island before travelling to Iceland, and after a week there I could understand why. The fire part certainly represents the glow the...
Who’s Peeping Through The Window
Do you ever have the feeling that you are being watched? This happens quite often in our bungalow when sitting in the lounge while viewing television, or quietly reading. It can be any time, but...
A Breath Of Sea Air
Portwrinkle. The place-name always cheers me up and I wondered where it came from. I hadn’t really thought about it until I started to write about our mini trip. It’s not listed in my edition...
Life’s Blessings
Lockdown exercise usually starts with a walk along the lane at the bottom of our road. The viaduct spanning the River Tiddy is a prominent scenic view, with allotments close by, but most pleasing is...
Nature At Its Best
There’s something enchanting about a ramble in the snow. Fresh and bright, it stirs sentiments of wonder seeing it layered over our English landscape like pale glitter. As I turned the bend of a rural...
Wish Upon A Bone
Meat shredded from the carcass, I dismantled the wishbone, put it to one side, and then carried on stirring the saucepan’s ingredients. A copious sprinkling of seasoning, a generous glug of Sauvignon Blanc added to...
Dwindling Nights
It’s the first day after Winter Solstice. Let’s hope life will be more positive with the lengthening days – it’ll definitely be brighter. After much rain and the need for fresh air, we went for...
Making An Entrance & Shopping Local
I’ve often made my own Christmas wreaths, but this year I was drawn to photographs on a local produce market’s Facebook page one Saturday evening. After a few private messages to find out prices, choose...
Welcome Callers
“Good morning, fella.” I always talk to robins whenever I see them and one was sitting on the wall as I opened the bedroom curtains. We’re fortunate to have a couple who visit the back...
Mouse In Our Christmas Tree
Excitement infused the air as I lugged bulging shopping bags through the frosty doorway of our cottage twenty years ago. My seven-year-old son and teenage daughter’s animated voices drifted through from the lounge before the...