Today was a gorgeous day. Yesterday was not… but we had decided on a day out at a National Trust property and a little weather warning wasn’t going to deter us… Hughenden Manor, was from 1848 to 188, the house of Benjamin D’Israeli, who was twice Prime Minister at the time of Queen Victoria. During …
Holding My Beads (by Grace Nicholls) Unforgiving as the course of justice In erasable as my scars and fate. i am here a woman…with all my lives strung out like beads before me It isn’t privilege or pity that I seek It isn’t reverence or safety quick happiness or purity but the power to be …
That sounds like the title of a book, doesn’t it? It isn’t, it’s only a telegraphic account of my Saturday adventures when together with my parents, I visited Gloucester Cathedral – always a pleasure btw – such an incredible building… I was really curious to see the moon installation right in the middle of the …
It’s definitively soup weather… the mornings are dark and chilly and frankly a salad for lunch is not so appealing anymore. The first soup was butternut squash and carrots, nothing fancy, but velvety and warming. And I didn’t take any pictures, because… I don’t know, I forgot… This time though I made an effort and …
My mother in law passed away, suddenly but peacefully yesterday morning. Her death has left us all raw and slightly stunned. She was a beautiful woman and is already greatly missed. Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to …
Breaking all my rules here, which is always a liberating thing to do, and writing about poetry on a Saturday… The Cheltenham Festival of Literature is still on and today I attended a poetry event: Anthony Anaxagorou… absolutely brilliant. There is a really good article about his latest collection ‘After the Formalities’ here. He read …
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… 2ndweek of Uni underway. Initial thoughts? Many and varied ones. (This post has nothing to do with fruit crumble by the way, the photos are just here for the ‘bants’). It’s a strange feeling to be sitting in a room with young people the same age as my eldest, trying not to act like a ‘mum’ …
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