Ad Infinitum

In-between the floods of Texas, the old gits birthday and a glut of runner beans, the month comes to a balmy close. This August has gone so quickly I can almost recall it minute by minute. My little red car had new pistons because I drove it into the ground without oil. My car does … Read more

The sky is low. the purple lilac outside the kitchen window looks limp. I’ve been watching the butterflies, because Saint David Attenborough wanted us to count them. One orange, two red admirals, and some white ones. Not as many as there used to be, in 1984 we had blue butterflies fluttering by. So I went … Read more

Now the thing about a blog is that it’s personal, owned by you. Written by you, for you and for whoever wants to be associated with you. I’ve been blogging for about ten or so years, and I’m still none the wiser in how to make more people see what I write. I’m in and … Read more

So now we are witnessing the outing of well paid BBC players. Outed by politicians who own companies worth millions, outed by dispassionate hard hearts who have always bleated on about the BBC being biased. Outed by a government that has as much decency as an evangelical pastor who has been outed by a self-serving … Read more

It’s raining. The kale, broccoli, cauliflower and runner beans are loving it. The raspberries are shrivelled and the strawberries have a little life left. I am, officially, theeee most boring woman in the world. I’ve been doing my yoga, and walking. I’ve been doing my hoeing and mowing. I’ve been mediating and chilling and then … Read more

I’m sorry about my absence but I can’t be the only one who is confused, dazed, horrified, upset, appalled, angry and exhausted, by the chaos that is surrounding us. We all have our opinions, we all think we know what should be done, we all know who we want in and out and out and … Read more

Poppy Pee Wee and Fred, I dare to blast my blog with my own political views because its my blog.

So I pruned the ivy on the studio wall. I pulled the stems, I cut the dead wood, I filled the purple plastic holdall and emptied the contents into the incinerator. It’s a silver dustbin with holes in it. I pruned and pruned and pruned. I tiptoed through the pretty lemon primroses which are everywhere. … Read more

I turned the box on, and for no apparent reason I watched the advert for The National Trust. It’s been on loads of times but this time it registered. I sat down at the lap top and brought up a form from the Trust that would enable me to volunteer. Nearest place to me, a … Read more

I drove to Ashdown Forest. Just me, in my little red car. A smattering of East Sussex drivers,driving slowly in well maintained old cars. My irritation started to bubble. ‘MOOOOOOVE’ I shouted. I felt a stirring. I was driving to the middle of a forest, which is populated by walkers and dogs. I thought I … Read more