I've just finished reading Heartburn by Nora Ephron and I feel sad.  (I'm also sad because I succumbed to a second breakfast. I...

If I was the kind of person who started my sentences with "So" I'd be saying "So, the Spring has finally arrived and my h...

As you know, I go to Colorado twice a year to see my family. I'm going again in April. In all the times I've visited America, I'...

Sometimes, sitting in bed with my first Yorkshire tea of the day, I can see buzzards flying high above our garden. They're not there tod...

The trip to Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club with two family members had been booked for a couple of months and I didn't want to miss it.  I...

It's come to a pretty pass when you find yourself mending socks in the daytime. And when was the last time you turned a collar? No, I ca...

Telling someone that I shy away from reading non-fiction feels a bit like admitting I prefer Cadbury's Dairy Milk to that 70% cocoa mass...

What do you hope to read when you come to my blog? 1/ domestic stuff? 2/ progress on the new novel? 3/ opinions about news you weren...

Last week we had a waist high snowdrift across the front gate and over the lane.  The first two days were fun. The next two were...

This was last night's sunset, across the field opposite our house. We are snowed in, and it's pretty nice.  I had hoped t...

On Monday it was so cold when we walked eastwards down the Monsal Trail to Hassop Station for a BLT that the wind burned my face. I clung to...

I went to see a production of West Side Story on Sunday at Buxton Opera House. It was performed by a cast of local young amateurs, and dire...

I have another domestic post in mind this morning, and it's occurred to me that a stranger happening upon my blog might think I'm a ...

It's half term, and our grandsons (11 and 13) came for the day on Tuesday. It was a great day. They made a marble run inspired by the Wi...

Yesterday was bright and sunny. Today is bright and sunny. Sucks to the rain, sleet, ice, mud, bitter winds and grey skies of February.  ...

It's three years today since my dearest friend Mary died. It's like having an important and irreplaceable piece missing from the jig...