There it was, the first proper weather of the season. Storm Ali romped across the country causing considerable inconvenience. I had to change my plans and catch a bus. Heaven forfend. Boy Two abandoned his bus stop vigil when his hands went numb, and the garden is in more disarray than usual. It wasn’t always […]
Postcards from the hedge
Things only sparkle when you keep moving
I love a bit of cold – proper biting, crispy cold. And it was like that for a few days. Real winter, chilly enough to let you know when spring arrives. Like it used to be. These days – cut-price, commercial, modern days – nothing much changes. Year-round it’s damp breezes and grime. And padding along […]