THE SMALL THINGS

After all that, it was rather a lovely Sunday. There was walking, with dogs and children, in suddenly clement weather. There was a great d...

The thing about the blog that takes the time, I realise, is mostly the pictures. I have to go out with the camera and find the beauty, and s...

My friend The Horticulturalist arrives. We catch up. ‘How is your blog?’ she says, politely. (I think it amazing of her to ask. Most real wo...

Quite often, when I am in this cousin visit, I sit down, far too late, to write the blog and say something like: ah well, the day got away f...

I know I may appear slightly obsessed with the doings of the young cousins, but when one does not have daily dealings with children, it is i...

My two smallest cousins appear to be singing My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean. They are prone to bursting into song at the slightest pretext. I...

The weather stopped for a moment today; there was even a ray of sunshine. We are surrounded by floods, though; one local town about eight mi...