Comments and observations about Radnorshire
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp, because it’s there as Hilary said of […]
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a hundred yards away, barely visible in a […]
Stramble, or somewhere between an amble, or a stroll, but those two words indicate an objective or purpose which is not why […]
See the Narbeth post for why we are here. Where? The town is a delightful mix of nostalgia for end of railway […]
As you know I like shadows. Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One cannot even […]
All is calm (now), all shall be well (at last). The power of the river is to be seen to be believed. […]
Taking the hound – George, the rescue greyhound, on his much enjoyed sniffathons at this time of year is characterised by “plops”. […]
At twelve o’clock today it’s twelve o’clock – midday. This absurd ritual is discombobulating and typically puts one out of sorts for […]
Leading her family of seven young girls downstream.
