Making the bed is one of those tasks which needs doing, and the feel of freshly laundered sheets is hard to beat, but the task seems pointless in a way. Rosie, the girl rescue greyhound, aged about seven or eight, believes in putting her all into the task. Our of camera is George, or bigboy as we call him, who is at the still puppyish age of two or so looks on in a patient and tolerant manner, but also with a wry look at me as if to say “do you see what I have to put up with? Girls eh?”.
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…