Shadows, sunshine and showers

How wonderful a change of scenery can be, especially after eighteen months of lockdowns. It’s probably bordering on three years since we’ve been away, although it feels somewhat longer. So, our favourite little cottage, nestling in 75 acres of trees, mountains and waterfalls was, once again, the perfect getaway. The air seemed fresher, the owls …

A walk along the Cheshire lines, a former railway line

The Cheshire Lines, a former disused railway line. So, a few recent observations and thoughts. I’ve become preoccupied by reporters hair, the chaps are faring worse than us gals methinks! It’s interesting seeing their studies, some are staged to within an inch of their lives, giving pride of place to newly released books, guitars, CD’s …

Of mice, manic motorists and a wounded hubs

Well, it’s a new year and it’s a lovely to watch the stars that shine so brightly on these cold winter nights. Each day becomes a little longer and I hear the song of more and more birds who are beginning to sing, along with sound of the endless drip, drip, dripping. It’s been such a wet year and …

Tails from the riverbank.

Every time Hubs and I have planned to go sailing on our narrowboat this year, something’s happened to prevent it. Things like the pups being neutered, individually of course, just to make it more awkward, and  Sam eating indestructable bones and needing surgery, repeat  flu bugs….oh, the list is endless! Last weekend, our boat trip was almost sabotaged again …