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”
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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”
A sense of place
We live here. It’s the most beautiful place on Earth and I can’t believe that my dream came true. Like all dreams, the reality is different, and unexpected in many ways – but in the main, I am very happy here in the midst of my furry family and my patient and loving other half,Continue reading “A sense of place”
Tales From The Tarn 