No-one Forgets A Good Teacher

Although it had rained all night the day was a bit brighter and the drizzle lighter.  Setting off for Wimbledon again, in Martin Way I met the reformed pipe smoker (see 29th. June post) walking his two Alsatians.  Scaffolding was going up and a hedge being strimmed in Mostyn Road. Walking along Wilton Crescent I remembered theContinue reading “No-one Forgets A Good Teacher”

Trams And Trolley Buses

This morning the year’s new fox cubs were basking on the lawn with their mother, de-fleaing herself and looking more mangy than last year.  What they were basking in I am not sure, because there was no sun. After watching the foxes for a while (I almost wrote ‘intruders’, but the fact is we areContinue reading “Trams And Trolley Buses”