Heaven is a Place on Earth
TOur home in the forest This is the last instalment of my autobiography before I resume my normal blogs I asked the Salvation Army’s Missing Person’s Bureau to find my mother when I was nearly fifty....
View ArticleLight footfalls in the Forest
I’m back… after a lull and a few health issues, can’t resist coming back to blogging. I’ve kept up with reading all my old friends, under the radar, and am up with the play on the health and antics of...
View ArticleWhat’s wrong with a stiff upper lip?
The East End of London during the Bitz. The woman on the right lived in the bombed building opposite. Their food was cooked on a campfire in the basement. Victors or victims? These thoughts came to...
View ArticleTime has told, Small IS Beautiful
They don’t make it easy, to quote Megan Markle speaking on quite another subject. I was actually trying to wrest the immoveable foil covering off the plastic milk bottle, and as usual was giving up,...
View ArticleDynasties, duties and decisions
The Queen on her way to open her first Parliament in 1952 When I worked on a magazine, in an idle moment I picked up a tome lying around. It was a biography of Queen Mary, this Queen’s grandmother,...
View ArticleComfort and Calm in the Crisis
This is the first day of our NZ lockdown. We are in self-isolation in our forest, enjoying peace, solitude and solicitude. Not just words, and offers of help from our little caring community, but the...
View ArticleLove Actually
Over forty years ago I found myself visiting a man imprisoned in a psychiatric ward.He had no family, no other visitors, and the story of his life was a search for the only person who had ever loved...
View ArticleBloggers addictions
I’ve been blogging for eight years now, a small stretch of time for some bloggers, I know, but for me, those years seem to have covered life-times, and indeed I have actually crossed over into another...
View ArticleThat’s Life
I lost my blog, and had no idea how to get it back until dear Linda at coloradofarmlife.com told me how to find it, after I told her how frustrated and helpless I was. However, I was still writing,...
View ArticleTriggered by Jemima Puddle Duck
I bought a pristine copy of ‘The Tale of Jemima Puddle Duck’ in a junk shop for fifty cents the other day. No great grandchildren in the offing to receive it, but rather on account of the nostalgia I...
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