I was sitting in bed yesterday  morning revving up to blog about the immense pleasure of an empty day after a busy week, when Dave suggested...

It's been a good week. On Sunday I cycled up the Monsal Trail with children, teenagers and adults from Quaker meeting and had a picnic...

British cluster bombs are being used by Saudi Arabia in the Yemen. Cluster bombs are an illegal weapon, banned under international law si...

I knew what this morning's blog post was about until I sat up and drew the blinds. Then it changed. It's sunny and clear and bright ...

You know that my sax teacher wants me to play a solo at her wedding reception, don't you? And you know that when I play in public I am p...

When Zoe and Isaac still lived and worked in London, I loved going to visit. They'd shepherd me to where I wanted to go, and take me out...

It has been a quiet week at Hepworth Towers. The table tennis table has been on the lawn for a fortnight but we've only played three t...

Ever since I decided to write a sitcom, I've been sampling ones available online and mostly thinking "meh."  I've enjoyed ...

When I started learning to play the sax at the age of 60, I never wanted to perform. I just wanted to play for me.  Then a  couple of years ...

I've been looking back at my blog for the last year, and found that every few weeks I've been saying "I'm taking a week off...

I may have lost it. With the blog, I mean. I don't seem able to write a post with any heart.  I started the blog ten years ago in June...

I've been awake since six, but only now feel strong enough to sit up and write. The last sentence of my journal from yesterday morning e...

I've just finished reading a novel called Eventide , by Kent Haruf. It's the second book of a trilogy about people living in the sma...

The BBC used to call it "An everyday story of country folk." Now they call it "Contemporary drama in a rural setting."  ...

I just got back from a wonderful five day break in Wensleydale with my four siblings. The dale was looking lovely despite the lack of leaves...

I always do this, don't I? Say I'm taking a break and then pop up on Thursday with something I just have to tell you? I can't...

Dear friends, I am short of energy at the moment and need to conserve what I have, so I'm taking this week off from the blog.  I h...

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This is a rather more up to date photo of Jen and me. It's actually 7 years old, but it's the only one for which I have clearance ...

I had a wonderfully entertaining and cheering hour-long phone conversation with my little sister yesterday, in which critiques of  The Arch...

I did something I don't usually do on Tuesday. I sat on a squishy leather sofa in a country hotel and had a cuppa and a chat with my wri...

This piece I found in my archives may amuse you. (Regular readers will notice how my voice has changed since I wrote it.) An optimist and...

Lux (5) was explaining  to Cecilia (3)  how everything moves on and everything dies:  "Even I will be dead and gone one day, Cecilia. ...