Wednesday 16 February 2022

when time plays tricks

 How is it that the days turn into weeks and the weeks suddenly into years without me taking stock here on this blog?! There was a time when I wrote on it nearly every day. What is it with life, the way it turns you away from some things and leads you down other paths ...

So, if any of my old blogging friends are still around and interested, HELLO... and apologies for my absence. We send you all our best wishes, trusting that you are well


Herewith a little update, which is exactly that - 'little'  because actually so much has happened which will go unsaid, but the main thing is that all is well

I am now staying over in Bath for a portion of each week to spend time with my parents. Dad has entered his 100th year (!) and Mum is not all that far behind. Shared time is the order of the day.

Bell ringing has finally resumed after a national lock down. I am surprised and delighted to discover that I can still remember how to ring (just)

I have had time to learn a new and creative skill. I made a teapot (which really pours)

The Royal Henley Regatta returned to the waters after a one-year hiatus AND women were finally allowed to WEAR TROUSERS so I did!



Mr Bingley, Mr Darcy and Fred all spoilt rotten so no change there!

'Constance Spry'

The garden continues to deliver no matter what else happens in the world, the pandemic just passes it by. A blessing.

Spot the bee crash landing in a joyous 'whoop, whoop' way!

BEE HAPPY whenever and however you can.

Love from us all