Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

The sun crossed the celestial equator into the southern hemisphere this evening. Even the most beautiful photographs of the harvest moon over the Somerset Levels cannot disguise the fact that the dark days are coming I remember a friend returning … Continue reading →

My late father never believed in paying someone to do a job that he could do himself. Sometimes, it was the case that we could not have afforded to have paid someone to do things, tradesmen were not cheap. Sometimes, … Continue reading →

Is the collective term for pigeons a “flock,” or do they have something more obscure like crows and rooks and ravens? Whatever the collective term, there were numerous pigeons sitting on the roof of a house. It was one of … Continue reading →

Those of a certain age may remember the English folk singer Roger Whittaker, a distinctive voice with distinctive lyrics. One summer, as the end of the holidays approached, he annoyed my teenage self. I could never ever feel as sanguine … Continue reading →

Cyclists going through the village now seem to regard the wearing of garish coloured Lycra as a necessity for riding a bicycle. Cycling is not the only physical activity that seems to require particular attire; judging by the high street … Continue reading →