Monthly Archives: May 2011

A very clear evening. So much so that the distant hills seemed close, their woodlands dark green in the sun. A lone elder tree bloomed among the crops half a mile away. A great trailer carrying farm machinery lumbered past … Continue reading →

I’ve journeyed a long way in the past two days: into the past. The starting point was lunch with my sister in an angler’s pub beside a busy weir, and a garden where pollarded willows, so old and hollow that … Continue reading →

From My Journal – May 17, 2002 Towersey Road, bordered each side by thigh-high cow parsley, green pastures  to left and right. Through the village, past the green where the May Queen celebrations were held,  and the fine old houses … Continue reading →

Two clumps of yellow irises, the wild kind that grow in the shallows of ponds and streams, are in bloom in my garden. They’re planted in tubs of water. I’m always struck by the way, wherever they are, that these … Continue reading →

Since I started this Blog last July, a few readers have expressed pleasure in its style. This has been truly encouraging but it takes me back to why I started. It was a family need which triggered it. I saw … Continue reading →

I’ve been adding to a thread over on Churchmouse Campanologist http://churchmousec.wordpress.com/  where I found myself recalling my days as a very rank and file hack based at the Parliamentary Press Gallery. As I did so the summer of 1967 came … Continue reading →

July 7, 2009  – Love and Boiled Eggs I’ve been thinking about Old Kate. My mother used to call her that, though it wasn’t her real name. I never heard what it was. During the 1939-45 war and afterwards, every … Continue reading →

Hallo again: this is just to let readers know that since I employed the ‘privacy’ option for my blog I have been thinking hard about where it should go in the future.  This involves reviewing my posts here and in … Continue reading →

I’ve a former colleague whom I’ve known since the 1960s. We’re both long retired and occasionally meet for lunch. This used to be beer and sandwiches but now it’s more likely to be tea and sandwiches, not because of any … Continue reading →

An arc of hills, about eight miles distant, encircles my town. It’s like a rampart against the world beyond. Tonight the hills were grey in the fading light, the sky translucent,  its blue deepening as the sun receded.   The … Continue reading →