At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. After having my head turned with the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob in the mid-1980’s, a cookie pleasure I’d not experienced for decades. The chocolate coated seductresses beckoning me to…
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Giz A Job
After two years of retirement, I’m seriously contemplating dipping my toe back into the pool of paid employment. Don’t get me wrong, since taking my pension early I have spent my time in a productive and a predominantly verve filled times. However, of late I’ve decided I spend an unhealthy amount of time on my…
Fit For a King
You can say what you want about us Brits, but no one can take away our ingrained capacity to nail pomp, circumstance and royal celebration. A point gloriously highlighted over a weekend witnessing two days of festivities to mark King Charles III’s coronation. As expected the ceremony which saw our new monarch crowned was undertaken…
Watch Out For Those Thorns!!
Working with this week’s topic prompt of ‘The Walk’, my mind wandered to a recent discussion at a writing workshop I attend on a bi-weekly basis. This whimsical exchange relating to the merits, or otherwise, of an upcoming naked stroll scheduled to take place at a nearby North Yorkshire town. Let me start by admitting my understanding of this…
50p Each Way
Last weekend I spent two nights at a campervan festival on the English/Welsh border. The almost constant sunshine, an enchanting Chester landscape and good company contributed to existing in forty eight hours of outdoor ambrosia. Re-reading the above paragraph, it has struck me that I’d no need to prefix Welsh with the word English. After…
Our House
A couple of evenings ago I listened to an acoustic version of the 1970 Crosby, Stills & Nash classic hit song ‘Our House’ While this easy listening audioscape playing out I browsed to the left of my laptop screen, my gaze drawn to a beautiful picture of my mum and dad. A print made almost…
Coal
I’m penning this prose from within the hallowed walls of my partner Sarah’s living room. A bright and airy room which she has decorated in the minimalist style she so says she prefers. I reckon if truth be told, though, the chamber is only minimalist because she’s not yet worked out how to shop-lift a…
Family Break
My spirits lifted with the entrance barrier. Coming up a rare few days when I’d be in the company of my adult children (Jonathon & Rachel), their affable partners (Jenny & Brian), my partner (Sarah) and, dare I say it, most importantly my beautiful three-month old granddaughter Rosie Dot. The raised entrance barrier affording Sarah…
The Venerable Cheese
Last week saw a two night tarry to a campsite near Berwick-upon-Tweed with my kid brother, Ian. Our camper van resting place affording its lucky visitors enchanting views of North Sea landscapes Lindisfarne, and further afield Bamburgh Castle. Lindisfarne (aka as Holy Island) the tidal isle, with its links to 6th century monks Saint Cuthbert…