December 2021

Evening has fallenThe swans are singingThe last of Sundays bells is ringingThe wind in the trees is sighingAnd old england is dying Possibly the month I like least in any year, too much to do, not enough daylight to do it in, too many competing needs from too many people and too much darkness (metaphoricallyContinue reading “December 2021”

March 2021

The only thing permanent is change Big changes, small changes, it’s all change in March. Winter visitors departing, summer visitors arriving, another shift of our collective pandemic state of mind and for my kids a long awaited return to sport and other activities. One of those opens up different destinations the other adds curbs andContinue reading “March 2021”