The plague flag has been flying from the gate of the croft for the last 10 days and we’ve been confined to the house by the weather and self-imposed quarantine. The winter solstice supper was cancelled along with the Christmas Eve lunch with friends. The croft kitchen has been eerily quiet, just the bubbling of […]
Croft Gardener
Hacked-off
This is a very personal Christmas message exclusive to malicious hackers, phishers, scammers, spammers and every amoral species of low life that inhabit cyber space. Thank you so much for selecting my sites for your attention. I’ve no idea what you expected to find but I hope you enjoyed the tour of my very boring […]
From Autumn to Winter
Sunday: it is quiet today. The wind has abated and the sea settles as the squalls are pulled northwards to chase round the eye of the storm as it heads for Iceland The November sun is too weak to banish the early morning chill so fingers remain cold and clumsy, thrust deep into the worn […]
Turbulent Thursday
… and they called the wind Abigail? I’m off to batten down the hatches again and check the operation winter storm preparations. Winter has arrived – but what a good reason to abandon the chores and sit by the fire with a good book.
A Sunday for Reflection and a Cake for Christmas
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them Marcel Proust This morning I watched the rain run down the window as the wind drove sheets of rain across waves of grass and beyond out over a turbulent grey sea. A metaphor for the poignant memories which turn my thoughts […]