Sunshine And Showers

Yesterday evening we visited Prospect hospice in Wroughton. The reason for this will become apparent in due course. Jackie and I followed Elizabeth and Mum back along the M4 and M3 to The Firs in driving rain. Having settled our mother into her own home Elizabeth provided a much-needed meal of sausages, chips, eggs andContinue reading “Sunshine And Showers”

Me, Irritated?

This morning we suffered from an excess of wind. I write¬†not of flatulence, but of 35 miles (56 kilometres) per hour gusts tearing into our trees, tossing the tresses of the more slender ones like the weeping birch and the eucalyptus. For those of you in other parts of the world this may not seemContinue reading “Me, Irritated?”