Time for Therapy

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”

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”

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”

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”