Month: September 2026

I haven’t said thank you to the kindness of my neighbours. I haven’t said thanks to the kindness of the young ones in my life. I haven’t said thank you to my own flesh and blood. I didn’t say thank you to the old git. I get consumed with guilt at not being kind enough … Read more

The sun hangs low in September. The Michaelmas Daisies have bloomed. Mushrooms have sprouted on the lawn and the conkers are forming. I live in-between two other cottages. Mr. Fenner, the blacksmith, resided in all three, over the centuries it morphed onto 1, The Forge, 2 the middle cottage and number 3 a modern development … Read more