LIVING THE DREAM (APPARENTLY)

esterday was our 27th wedding anniversary. So, did we spend the day guzzling champagne and scoffing down some posh nosh? Of course not.

HOT, LONG AND STICKY

atch up time. I’ve left things a bit long since my last two posts, mostly because they were quite substantial pieces. Now that I'm back at the keyboard, I suppose there’s not much choice but to talk about the weather.

THE BLOODLINE AND THE SUN

onouring two very different things is what today is all about. On one hand, we honour the role of fathers in our families; on the other, some of us will be honouring the Sun.

OUR SECOND HOME: FINDING HIRAETH

ew Quay in West Wales is our special place, and for the last 10 days we've been enjoying everything it has to offer. In my previous post, I highlighted the first part of our trip. In this post, I'm going to share the final part of our most recent visit.

CYMRU, CEI NEWYDD AND CROSSOVERS

ei Newydd is a constant in my life. A place that gives us so much pleasure. Some people are well-travelled and that’s great; I’m not, and that’s fine too. The time had come to return to this place which means so much to me.

THE MISTRESS IN THE WEST

ear Yorkshire, I have a confession to make.

I’ve been seeing Wales behind your back.

THE GODDESS OF PARK HILL

niversally most pantheons have a Mother Earth, it is something that continues into general beliefs and as a concept transcends religion. 

SUN BAKED AND SWEATY

​eather is a constant conversational subject if you live in the United Kingdom. Too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry—there’s always something to talk about when there’s nothing else to say. But this May is different, yet becoming all too regular.

CELEBRATING ATREUS

treus is my beloved grandson, and the boy has changed my life in ways I could never have imagined. He has only been around for two years, but already I can’t picture life without him. This weekend marked his second birthday, and we celebrated the occasion with a simple gathering in our garden.

THE EXCRUCIATING WAITING GAME

ne of life’s scariest moments can be heading into a spider-filled basement, climbing a shaky ladder, or trusting a fart after a curry. But I’ll raise you: waiting for your car to get through its annual MOT is a tension like no other.