My son – I’ll bet you don’t give a hoot Years ago I had a boyfriend whose mother used to feed me ice cream, gallons of it. I learned to greet each huge bowl of vanilla with convincing enthusiasm as I slurped it down. I can’t remember where it started, but she believed I adored […]
184/365 Tintagel: The legend had a pasty and went home again.
Once upon a time, many, many years ago a man celebrated his fortieth birthday. The Panther, for it was he, said: “Let’s go to Tintagel Castle. I’ve always wanted to go there.”So off we went. In those days, before Boy Three was even a leer in his daddy’s eye, going off was considerably easier. We […]