Well-Travelled Socks
“Mum, I think I’m going to climb Mount Kilimanjaro next, what do you think?” It only seemed like five minutes since not so small daughter had moved all her stuff out to her university...
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Sloping Hills Socks
Cue the music! The orchestra swells, the vocalist takes a breath … “The hills are …” Sloping. That’s what they are. They slope up and they slope down. Some are harder, steeper slopes than...
Just the thing for a stormy weekend …
As if we haven’t all had enough rain lately, Storm Claudia has arrived for the weekend with wild winds and torrential downpours. These storms never arrive quietly with gifts of cake, do they? It’ll...
Autumn meanderings
I feel like I’ve done a lot of meandering this week. According to the Cambridge Dictionary, it means “moving slowly in no particular direction or with no clear purpose” and I wouldn’t say that’s...
Socks, leaves and chocolate biscuits
Where DOES the time go? It’s Monday morning and I am sure it was only Saturday about two minutes ago. You’d think that the extra hour in bed that we got yesterday morning as...
Rainy Sunday
The rain is bouncing down this afternoon in Winwick and has put paid to my intention of being in the garden this afternoon. Just as well, really, as I was behind in chatting to...
