Not quite what poet Percy Bysshe Shelley said, the full, correct, version that a poetryphile would recognise is “if winter comes can…”. But as I’m not one of those, I had to look it up!
The storms have stormed, the winds have winded, and the rain has fallen, but brave little blooms are beginning to peep.
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp,…
by any other name. Browsing the local Facebook group (useful for local news, gossip and…
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a…