Old Father time has taken it’s toll on some of the bantams, and there are only two left, looking lonely and sad […]
In the three years that Joan has lived here, we have finally unearthed her favourite prints as we have now tidied the […]
apparently the correct, woke, word/description is “recycling centre”. That’s not a sudden realisation, obviously, I am reasonably up-to-date about modern developments, it’s […]
It all started in February, as I recall. Gradually entering the sub-concious that “China flue” as the Donald calls it, was something […]
Beech mast, that is. Now that I’ve used the word, I have Googled it and realised I’m using the word incorrectly. Mast […]
Not very, but hopefully enough to deter at least some weekend visitors. The last two weekends have been sunny/hot, and as lockdown […]
The Chinese call it late summer, the period between summer (everything fresh and bright), and autumn (everything jaded and prepping for that […]
The memorial was memorable for another reason, as the dogs met another two. Rosie in particular took exception to the smaller of […]
Llandod (Llandrindod Wells), and is reflected in the grand buildings and houses, and in the culture with an annual Victorian festival (pre-Covid). […]
and sharp as a needle! Joan came down for the day, and we had a Skype call with (son) David and Liz, […]
