It’s that time of year again, and a visit to Three Cocks is called for.
When she first moved here, Joan could never quite bring herself to say it, so despite us using its name, she would pointedly use it’s official name of The Old Railway Line Garden Centre. (Welsh garden centre of the, every year, since 1850 (or so it seems) – Ed.)
When they do it they do it well, and of course the COVID years (as we shall no doubt call them- Ed.) had taken its toll, as it did with all retailers.
“I’m not going to do Christmas this year, and I don’t want any more ***** baubles…, nobody ever sees them”. “No of course not”, says Sandie, “what about this one”?
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…