Monthly Archives: March 2019

A magical mistiness

The mist was rolling in as I drove home from work, it would not have been hard to have imagined magical stories. When I was young, there were always magical stories. Somerset was  place for knights in shining armour who … Continue reading

Posted in Unreliable memories | Leave a comment

A stick of rock

Do they have Weston-Super-Mare seaside rock? I must go down to the seafront some day and find out. It would be the proper stuff that I would want.  The tube shaped stuff with a pink coating and white inner with … Continue reading

Posted in Out and about | Leave a comment

Passing through Loxley

Driving the A39 road from the top of Pedwell Hill to the foot of Puriton Hill takes you along the narrow ridge at the top of the Polden Hills. On either side, the land falls to low-lying moorland. Near a … Continue reading

Posted in Unreliable memories | 2 Comments

Sir Galahad is a worry

Galahad suffered a seizure today, one that lasted eight minutes and brought a rushed journey to the vet. It seems my sister’s white terrier has a canine form of epilepsy. Guinevere, Galahad’s companion, would be devastated if anything happened to … Continue reading

Posted in Out and about | Leave a comment

The internet means our town is a backwater no more

“Oh, Langport, it’s a very nice place. It’s full of lovely shops.” My colleague’s comment was perfectly accurate, my home town is a very nice place and it is full of lovely shops, but it was not always thus. In … Continue reading

Posted in Out and about | Leave a comment