I felt so sorry for John Davison, now close to, no, past retirement he says, when he popped up on the BBC’s evening programme Look North, yesterday evening, to chat about the loss of his 15 month old calf due…
Year: 2019
Just cheerfully pottering about . . .
I think I’m getting more used to the retirement lifestyle. Instead of filling our days in a rather frenzied rush to accomplish all the tasks we’d set for ourselves, we’ve retrenched, with a longer schedule pushed further and further ahead,…
As mundane as the electoral roll
Across NE47 yesterday, the electoral register forms dropped through letterboxes, seemingly informally addressed to The Householder, and yet bearing a warning that legally the recipient(s) must reply. The electoral roll is an important compilation, used by a variety of governmental…
Communal vs solitary
It takes all kinds to populate a world. Every possible niche is filled, and diversity helps to ensure species survival. Today I’m thinking about the pleasures of social interaction, as well as the delights of quiet iconoclasm. We’ve thought, in…
Far-flung families . . .
It’s a truism of contemporary life, I guess, that family members often find themselves separated by great distances. And it’s not even necessarily contemporary — this diaspora has been going on for generations, centuries. My family history of the twentieth…
Media attention for the arts in our midst
It will behove the diary to run a feature, sometime soon, on each of the two local artistes who garnered significant regional media attention this past weekend, but for now it’s probably more important to note the fanfare. Anna Harrison’s…
Hymns & Pimm’s
They’ve got 26 suggested hymns to get through, this evening, and organist June Welch and choir are working hard to make sure they can help lead them all. There would only be 25, but Shirley Brown had asked me, when…
Harry Hare checks out the garden
He pops in of an evening, and laconically lopes around the place, seemingly heedless of Kali cat’s presence, though always on the lookout in case she should pounce out of nowhere. Yesterday I managed to catch him through the camera…
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days . . .
. . . .of summer! Maybe even when the torrential rains and thunderstorms come, as they did Tuesday evening, dramatically, maybe even then it’ll still be summer. It’s a dreadful weekend predicted, so much so that the Lions Golf Classic…
What’ve you got up top?
Motorhomes cruise through these valleys, and we’ve got quite a few of them that are ‘native’ to these parts as well. Indeed, I’ve just been kitting Harry Hymer out in preparation for our little jaunt to the seaside in early…