Is There Any More Tea In That Pot?

This is the last letter I ever wrote to my dad. He was never to read it. It was returned to me by the staff of the residential  home where h...

Birthday daffodils from a friend.   I was writing in my journal this morning, and I'll echo the words here in this blog. "Si...

At the moment, I have been fascinated each day by two magpies in a neighbouring tree, as they have begun to reconstruct their old nest. (Thi...

Sunrise early December I woke this morning snug and warm under the duvet. It was still dark at 6.30a.m.  I listened to the song of a r...

Well, November is here!  Everyone is talking about the approach of Christmas.  It does not seem that long ago that we were watching the...

Long ago in the mists of time, a young man of 18 was heading up to Cambridge University in the October of 1970. He had not long been going...

"Birthday Boy" rose. Bought for my dad on his 90th birthday. Now in our border.  Dahlia border Baddesley Clin...