Inspiration For A Dream
‘I rode solo on a motorbike towards the sunset …’ was the entry in my dream diary, which I began after reading a magazine article about dream-catching, a method to help evade insomnia. Strange indeed,...
Mr Snail Is Famous
What a lovely surprise when flicking through this week’s “People’s Friend” to come across a letter that I sent them last year. Mr Snail looked rather pleased to see his photo, too. I’m thinking about...
Escape To The Sea
“Let’s go out,” I said on impulse. We are blessed to live a very short drive from the sea. It’s always exhilarating to arrive at the beach, breathe in the salt-laced air and listen to...
A Pheasant Surprise
Who do you think you are staring at? The rather glorious-looking bird’s expression seemed to portray as I drew back the curtains and he tiptoed and strutted in one action along the back wall. Keeping...
Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud
We seized the opportunity. It wasn’t raining, or bitterly cold. At last, the sun glowed. “Let’s go down by the river,” I suggested, pulling on my boots and coat, and in a jiffy, we were...
The Wonders Close To Home
I’m not in my word loft typing this week’s blog post. We ran out of oil and it’s freezing in there without central heating. It’s good to have a change of workspace, though, and the...
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...