Taking pleasure in a Welsh market gardener and finding a hidden stash of books.
Off to get a treat after the all clear.
Confined to the house after wind, cold, rain, heat.
Enjoying a day of reading after my race to the finish line.
Remembering to breathe as the deadline looms.
Winter is not over yet!
In memory of the Poles who built my house.
The loss of the old Brunswick Hotel.
Remembering a winter sixty years ago.
A muddy ride and wondering why the Universe tells me something and then changes its mind.