Since Dukey died, I’ve been finding it hard to do anything. Since Dukey died, I’ve been finding it hard. Since Dukey died… I hate those words. My beautiful, darling boy. Gone. It’s a salty, soggy journey – sometimes a trickle, then a flood. Sometimes a dry gulch and within seconds, with no warning, a boundingContinue reading “Time for Therapy”
Author Archives: Sue Lee
The storm
The storm batters its way across the valley with frigid blasts tearing at your skin and freezing your capillaries. Unhindered, the winds roar over the plateau, plucking at every nook and cranny, scorning every memory. There is no kindness or comfort out there as the cold rips against you, and barbed wire scourges your unbelievingContinue reading “The storm”
The Hug
It’s been a funny old week on social media. First of all we had the tragic suicide of the beautiful Caroline Flack. It’s a cliché to say that the loss of her life is senseless but it absolutely is. I’m so sorry for her friends and family who will also be grieving in the publicContinue reading “The Hug”
Sisters
I remember the day our baby sister, Juliet was born. She caused a bit of a kerfuffle – what with it being a month early. We lived in the sticks in Cornwall, no car, no phone…Mum made it known that she was in labour and a panicked dad was duly despatched to call for theContinue reading “Sisters”
Mud Month
According to Wikipedia, the Old English for February (before the Julian calendar carried all before its logical,Roman domination) is Solmonath which means Mud Month. And to be fair, January went out on a prolonged downpour which has left us surrounded by thundering waterfalls, bursting rivers and the perpetual sound of water crashing over rocks andContinue reading “Mud Month”
Fog and friends
The day started well… Anita messaged to say she was going to be an hour late. Which was just as well because I’d only just woken up myself. I was still getting dressed when she arrived. Why it takes so long to take my tablets, drink my cuppa and eat my brekkie I don’t knowContinue reading “Fog and friends”
Fred the Red …
Fred the Red arrived as a terrified rescue via our fab vets Oakhill (The Windermere branch) and thanks to Jules Allwood and Becca Myers). He was a little lad, traumatised after an RTA with a car in Bowness, emergency jaw surgery and a month at the RSPCA shelter in Kendal. He weighed in at 2.5Continue reading “Fred the Red …”
Friendships & food, gardening & going out
Our week off together is going very well, thank you. On Tuesday, Jo and Kate came for a flying visit and today, we’ve had a bit of a slow gardening day & a night out. And the sun shone! I used to work with Jo and Kate at St Martin’s College – before it becameContinue reading “Friendships & food, gardening & going out”
Skelwith Bridge bimble
I had school stuff to do today (Monday) – a meeting in the morning and a Full Governing Board at 4.30pm. Well you can’t say I’m not committed…But I also wanted to spend some time with Mr Pat inbetween times so we headed off for lunch at Chesters with Miss Loopy Luna 🙂 Before itContinue reading “Skelwith Bridge bimble”
Still 20-something…
In my dreams, I am in my 20s. The good bits of my 20s when I could play netball all day, go for a cross country run, go out and party all night, and still get into work on time…the 20s where I could walk 10 miles up and down mountains every day for aContinue reading “Still 20-something…”
Tales From The Tarn 