Sound of Bow Bells
My dad is a Cockney, born in 1930’s Islington, then within the sound of the bells of St Mary Le Bow in the City of London. To prove his authenticity he’ll even throw in a bit of rhyming slang without…
Lovely Grey Day ... Revisited
Living in the realm of curiosity
Lovely Grey Day ... Revisited
Living in the realm of curiosity
International Appalachian Trail
In 1997 I spent two months walking on the original Appalachian Trail from its Southern terminus in Georgia to somewhere in Virginia. And then my fellow thru-hiker, my ex-husband, broke a bone in his foot so that put pay to…
A Lightning Tour of England
I’m English but a bit of a mongrel like most of my countryfolk. There’s the Welsh, Romany and probably all sorts of other nationalities who’ve had a hand in my genetic make up. I’ll be the first to admit that,…
Meditation: Its Evolution
Here’s a picture of Mahatma Gandhi. I took it while I was in London and shared it to Pixabay, the photo sharing service. You’re free to download it from here if you’d like to. Mr Gandhi sits in a typical…
Misericordes
A post of few words today, one I think that my friend, Aril from Gnat Bottomed Towers will be partial to. For a change I’ll let the pictures tell the story. I love looking around old churches. The attention to…
Tidying: One Item at A Time
Today’s picture reminds me that I love a pinata, such destructive, wholesome fun. I often buy them when we’re off somewhere where a bunch of kids are going to be around. Let’s not go off track though. Today is a…