Category Archives: Hewood 2019

Up and about early this morning as Mirinda wanted to get a couple of hours work in before we headed home. I sat with a couple of coffees and typed up yesterday’s post before heading round the cottage locating all … Continue reading →

I discovered this morning that every International Women’s Day, the comedian Richard Herring goes on a one man crusade to answer all the morons on Twitter who loudly tweet “How come men don’t get a day?” He sometimes, quite politely, … Continue reading →

The weather continued to be ghastly today though, in saying that, there were long moments of glorious sunshine between the showers. Of course, most of it we watched from the comfort of the cottage as we beavered away. I finished … Continue reading →

The weather has been awful. While on a normal holiday this would not be very good, when one has gone away in order to complete their thesis, it doesn’t really matter. According to the lady in the village shop, the … Continue reading →

Luke Perry died today. I remember wondering whether Dylan and Brenda would get together again (and again) and how the only American postcode I knew was for Beverley Hills. Luke Perry was only 52 but he suffered a massive stroke … Continue reading →

Today, the threateningly named Storm Freya, hit the country. Like its namesake, it wasn’t particularly lethal. Well, not in Devon (which is actually Somerset) anyway. I’m not sure why I keep calling this place Devon. I must stop. First thing … Continue reading →

We’ve never taken the dogs away with us. That’s not just Emma and Freya. Alice, Brad, Carmen and Day-z also never went on holidays with us. To be fair, Alice and Brad spent a lot of time travelling to Dural … Continue reading →