Mutterings and Meanderings

In a TV schedule awash with things I don't want to watch, I have been heartened by BBC2's Victorian Farm . In the second episode, th...

To those who have kindly asked where I am, I am pleased to report that I am not stuck, neck deep in a drift of snow. In fact, the deepest I ...

To all my blog friends old, new, virtual and physical, and indeed to anyone who happens upon this little piece of the Internet. Wishing you ...

The cherry tree failed to produce a single fruit this year, ditto the pear which admittedly surpassed itself last year with a veritable orc...

The majority of what I did on my holidays involved copious amounts of mud - both of the Northumbrian and Scottish varieties. My week off sta...

I have always thought I had the Grey Mare pretty well sussed. We have a good relationship and a fabulous bond. I usually know what will worr...

It seems at the moment that people are getting caught by the tide and requiring rescue from the Holy Island causeway just about every week...