From the window I see the cherry tree leaves quivering, as if they have read a stage direction ‘be afraid’ and they decide that shaking is the best way to show that. But only briefly – when the wind drops or changes direction they cease, still again in the cold, close afternoon.
A local gardening group recently made a song and dance in the local papers about getting a fair amount of money from a corporate body to create a wildflower meadow at our local Railway Station. £1600 to be precise. The aim is to increase biodiversity – all very good. They have done some good stuff – […]
I am not sure what I have here. I was shelving some books earlier today a took down a book I didn’t really know. It’s a book of poetry by W B Yeats – apparently borrowed from, and never returned to, the Scottish Women’s Hospitals – there is a a bookplate on the inside front cover. That […]
The idea was to cycle to 7 different coffee shops over 7 weekends. It sort of worked. It’s not that we don’t have so many coffee shops here but many of the decent ones are closed on Sundays. One one occasion I nearly had to go to Starbucks but came home instead, on a day […]