Late one chilly but sunny afternoon on the 14th of May 1992, 29 years ago, I sat at a pub table beside the River Thames in Windsor. It’s now an…

Hubby and I scuttled through the pouring rain. You were waiting under the restaurant canopy. Hubby dashed inside to dry off. We stood, face to face. You looked into my…

Going vego was a washout: new doctor, new diet. No carbs.

In less than a fortnight’s time I shall turn 70. Apart from finding that rather hard to believe, I’m also finding it difficult to celebrate it, too. If we were…

Is someone living in Deadman’s Gully?

Looking over an old blog, I found some posts I made during a visit to London. This was after my father had died, while Mum was still living at home,…

Queens of the road…

Will you put your money where your mouth is?

Atomic power, Vulcan Bombers, The Queen Mum and Damson Fool