Turn off the TV

There’s been a sea change in my life. It started in the lockdown; you remember that time of madness when the politicians gave into public demand and we all had to stay home, destroying the economy and thousands of small businesses in the process. The politicians never believed in it, hence Barnard Castle, and ‘partygate’... Continue Reading →

Dogs Break Hearts

It must be ten years ago; I was rooting around in a junk shop in Broadstairs  when I came across a wooden framed prayer that resonated with me. It was about someone who started out well in their journey of faith, but stuff happened and it all fell away. I paid a couple of pounds... Continue Reading →

Gratitude

Having not written anything for a while, here’s a little piece of foolishness:  We were enjoying dinner in our hotel, a reasonable 3 star. I mostly listen these days, never a bad thing, particularly in my case. Partly this is related to my increasing hearing problems, which I sort of overcome with hearing aids.. Whilst... Continue Reading →

What Colour(s) are You

It’s a while since I wrote something. Sometimes with so much going on, it’s hard to know just what to say. A dear friend has in his training armoury a decent understanding of colour personality profiling; red, blue, green, yellow. Your 'colour’, can help you understand who you are and how you relate to others.... Continue Reading →

Bubble and Squeak

Bubble and Squeak’s  been in the news lately, for all the wrong reasons. I decided it was time I made some if only to see what the fuss was all about. My usual approach to cooking is just the one pan if at all possible, (being of a lazy disposition). This was quite different; I... Continue Reading →

Stonewall Jackson

One of my heroes of faith is Stonewall Jackson, a Civil War general. In 1861, during the first battle of Bull Run, the Unionists  were gaining ground overcoming poorly organised Confederate forces. Jackson, relatively unknown at the time, gathered his brigade of Virginians and took a stand on the crest of a small hill. The cry... Continue Reading →

Slow me Down Lord

Millie, our little Pom-chi has done a thoroughly good job of training us. She tells us clearly what time we have to get up in the morning; 7.30. She tells me when it’s time to take to the streets towards the end of the evening. Just twenty minutes left of Vera, but no, it’s time... Continue Reading →

Making Friends on the Street

When Millie takes me on our daily expeditions we never quite know who we're going to meet. On my own I'd be a sad old man to be avoided but accompanying a dog gives you an opening into people's lives. I might stop and chat with Frank who likes to sit outside of an evening... Continue Reading →

Trees Clapping Hands

Even at my great age, or perhaps because of it I'm still on a pretty steep learning curve, learning things I never imagined could be so. Some years ago Prince Charles revealed that he regularly talks to the trees under his care, Much derided at the time, he was looked on indulgently as an eccentric... Continue Reading →

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