Category Archives: News
St Jean pied du port
Here I am, this is one of the main setting off points for the Camino, I expected a town bustling with pilgrims, but the place is quiet and the locals are quietly going about there daily lives. I did meet … Continue reading
13.11.14 An old dog goes home, a visit from a daughter and grandson and the Harrogate show
We took our beloved dog Fable to the vets yesterday and didn’t bring her home, just a rather worn collar and a brand new lead (why did I buy a new lead for her? I just don’t know) This poem … Continue reading
16.03.14 We plough the fields and scatter, and a tree by any other name (would be just silly)
We plough the fields and scatter, and thus begins another farming year, although in truth there is not real landmark between one farming year end and the next year beginning. Oil seed rape is in the ground at … Continue reading
2.02.14. End of shooting, refugees, Mr Williams, and more baby shoes
It’s been a strange week, a bit, well, ‘bitty’. Lots of appointments, all at the most inconvenient times, I’d really like to have all appointments in one day so that I can ‘bed’ myself into the studio and … Continue reading
26.01.14 Spring, Fame at last, Operation dynamo (Dunkirk rescue) boots not made for walking.
I have an announcement to make! It’s here……………….and can be seen in our North West Norfolk Valley………………… Spring, it may not actually have sprung buts it’s on the starting block. I’ll set the scene; yesterday was a shoot day, so … Continue reading
12.01.14. A wet France, an Xmas box from the dustmen and a new project
Our first Sunday back from Christmas in France with our daughter and her extended French family. B and I have brought terrifying ‘French’ colds back with us. Hardly surprising as the heavens were totally engaged with reviving the water table! I … Continue reading
Blog 15.12.13, undeserved flowers, the death of a kind man, French knitting and the kindness of strangers
Blog 15.12.13, undeserved flowers, the death of a kind man, French knitting and the kindness of strangers In my last blog I hinted not very subtlety that, my men, (sons and husband – not lovers, oh if only!) might … Continue reading
