Quirky Memories And Some Romance
My childhood home was a rambling rectory deep in the Irish countryside. The arrival of the postman was a very significant event, as was the occasional appearance of a bat, but more of that...
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Love and Cars
An English friend of mine likes songs about love and cars. It’s one of the reasons why he adores Bruce Springsteen, who sings of love and cars most eloquently. He doesn’t own a flash...
Friends Reunited – A Girl and a Darling Goat
My childhood home, a rambling rectory, not only housed my family but a marvellous menagerie of creatures. Among our more exotic pets were a pair of chameleons and some tree frogs. The chameleons darted...
Christmas At The Rectory
Christmas was a busy time for my Dad. He was a Church of Ireland clergyman and, to use a showbiz term, he knew he would have packed houses on Jesus’s birthday. He gave three...
Great Radio Programme
Have the kitchen door open – facing the patio – and there is quite a lot of blue in the sky. Nice, since there’s been a lot of rain lately. Dinner is on, nothing...
Pottering About and A Mysterious Plant
Some nice sunshine this morning, so did a bit of gardening. Glad that the lavender is still growing – regularly put fleece over it, and the geraniums, to shelter them from any frost. Potted...
My Welsh Relatives And A Family Secret
WITH a surname like Wynne-Jones, my family’s Welsh roots are obvious. My dad spent his early years in Lampeter, and later on in Llanishen and it’s important to me that I know that because...
A Pointless Sock And Other Tales Of Occasional Knitting
While looking for a nice knitting related photo on Pixabay, I found this lovely photo of a girl and a horse. I love horses and ponies. As a young girl, I was besotted with...
Maybe Part of the Pleasure of Reading a Great Book is Wanting to get Back to it
Had a lovely walk by the sea last Saturday after tasty fish and chips, and a cappuccino, with a friend. The weather was balmy and there was a refreshing breeze. Rather like that kind...
Flowers and Memories
The scent of hyacinths reminds me of a scratch and sniff postcard. The postcard was bought in Holland yonks ago. I was on a youth trip there and in my early teens. I posted...
Translations
Interesting what can happen when your book is translated -‘Ordinary Miracles’ has a German edition and it’s called ‘Rosie, or The Fear of Love’ (in German of course). I like both versions! ‘Ready Or...
The Joy Of Low Expectations
There’s a lot to be said for sometimes doing various things that you don’t feel you have to be good at. Instead of striving for excellence like wonderful Olympic athletes, a pottering about or...
Birds and Cherry Blossoms
My sweet pea seedlings are on a windowsill and some of the lavender looks like it’s perking up in the patio. The friendly robin now has a partner. Just this morning I saw the...
Old Songs and Jet Planes
One of my favourite songs as a teenager was ‘Leaving On A Jet Plane’ by Peter Paul and Mary. When I danced to it at school hops it lent a magnificent poignancy to the...
How To Get A Winter Glow
During dark and cold winter evenings thoughts of evening hibernation in front of the telly gorging on large wedges of chocolate cake become increasingly tempting. Even the most fashionable types can find themselves lusting...
Flowers and Soft Grass
The longish walk to the walled garden was worth it. Blossoms, sunshine, and soft grass to lie on. Comfortable silences and chats with a friend. That was last Saturday and now it’s raining. Good...
