The rescue greyhounds bad caught a rabbit and were giving in nine bells – or so it seemed from a distance. On investigation, the smaller and older one (Rosie) had found the burnt remains of my jumper on the bonfire and she had the biggest child-like pleased with her self grin in her face as she had obviously smelled it as mine! George had taken over killing it, hence the very theatrical display I had seen.
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…