The berries on our hawthorn tree are turning red, the sweet pea stalks are now too short for picking, the autumn sunsets have begun We'v...

  'You did well,' Dave said, 'but you sounded rather tense.' 'I wasn't tense, I was a bit upset.' We were talkin...

  One of the Times pieces I included in my latest book - Days Are Where We Live  - is one I wrote some years ago about losing almost all of ...

I had been considering writing a post about my love of margaritas (which is only occasionally indulged) but while margaritas are certainly a...

I've been drawing and painting nasturtiums a lot just recently. This is the latest bunch on the painting table: They will be the last th...

I'm learning to enjoy a wider life vicariously.  Zo ë  and family had a great week in Northumberland, Isaac and family went camping and...

My big sister rang yesterday to ask if I was all right because I hadn't blogged in ages, and also, how did I like the hot weather? I sai...

It's been a tricky week.  I've been fed up.  I've been wanting the old life back.   A friend said 'Yes I'm OK, but I don...

75 years ago today , at quarter past eight in the morning, a US plane dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima city centre, a busy residential an...

A friend who is reading my latest book,  DAYS ARE WHERE WE LIVE , said she liked the title, and I said 'Oh, do you know where it comes ...

It’s not getting any easier is it? Do you think it is? Yesterday I was looking under the sofa for my sketchpad so that I could sit in th...