The wonderful Grimethorpe Colliery Band, playing A Fistful of Dollars in a very blustery open air concert at Cannon Hall Farm in Barnsley on Sunday. (They do all have legs – and very shiny shoes – but I had a lady in front of me with a bright green rainhood on and I’ve had to… Continue reading Music (117 of 365)
Mike and I had a lovely day out at Chester Zoo a couple of weekends ago. I wrote about the Butterfly House there, and I have a draft post about the whole visit that I keep meaning to finish. But for now – and for The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers – a picture of… Continue reading Photo Gallery : Animal
Flowers were the first perfumes that I remember. We used to bottle a strange mixture of crushed rose petals and water from the hosepipe. When I focus, I can almost smell it now. I’m not sure why we made it, or whether it really smelled of anything much other than in the moments when our… Continue reading My Perfume Stories
We had a great evening at the Kate Rusby concert at Cannon Hall Farm yesterday. We’d wondered about the good sense of going along; the weather forecast had been decidedly dodgy, and neither of us had been to this type of open air concert before. And Mike was a bit peturbed at the prospect of… Continue reading Kate Rusby at Cannon Hall Farm
We all have them, don’t we? Those little things that we love to have in our lives – even though we know that they’re not really cool (I guess by that definition, most of my life would be a guilty pleasure)… Salad Cream I’m not sure whether this is even widely known any more, or… Continue reading Guilty Pleasures
Anonymity and the internet used to be perfect partners. Or at least we felt that way. This used to be the place that we’d come to hide, to express things that would previously have been confined to a secret diary. We used pseudonyms, and every so often there’d be a bit of a rumble through… Continue reading Blogging and Anonymity
We’ve had a terrific day out at Chester Zoo today. The Weekly Photo Challenge on WordPress.com called for a picture of an Entrance. Here’s the entrance to the butterfly house. And a couple of favourites from the butterfly pictures I took today.
It’s been baking hot in Yorkshire today, and I’ve had my office window open for most of the afternoon. From there, I can hear the young people coming and going from our supported accommodation. I smile often as I hear the sounds of laughter, and of little agreements that are so minor they’re worn out… Continue reading Land of Hope and Glory?