Good Friday 2018 - The diva daffodils that adorn my garden borders have finally made their fashionably late entrance. At last deciding to 'go for it' after losing patience waiting for this capricious weather to warm up long term. Yesterday, a wag on social media likened the current erratic weather behaviour to that of a... Continue Reading →
Where There’s Muck There’s Brass
I picked my brother Ian up from Leeds rail station this morning. When I met up with him, he was in good spirits as he’d written some song lyrics on his journey south from Newcastle. My younger sibling hasn’t shared his musical poetry with me yet, although I can’t wait to hear his 2016 Christmas... Continue Reading →