On reflection

WE are lucky enough to see a lot of our two youngest grandsons. They live in the next town but go to school and nursery in our town. With their parents working, that leaves plenty of opportunities for

“You can’t live here. There are no shops,” my friend Jen stated. We were sitting in the van belonging to the pub I lived in, the Golden Cross, Slough, waiting for my parents who had an interview for t

THERE’S a line in one of the seasonal hymns we sing in church which runs, “’Tis winter now, the fallen snow has left the heavens all coldly clear.” When this happens, areas and landscapes are almost s

The house next door had stood empty for many months and the weeds in the overgrown garden were spreading into my flower borders, becoming a nuisance. I’d taken early retirement when Jack became too il

We’d received an invitation to attend a caravan and motorhome preview day, which was to be held in the North-East, and this is when the conversation started. Kay suggested that it had been a long time

(Photograph taken in 1890) Looking for a DIY challenge and a move into the countryside from Basingstoke we decided to buy the Old School House in Clyffe Pypard. The Victorian house, dating back to 185