Monthly Archives: August 2020

On Twitter today there was a bit of a pile on. A woman asked what people were doing 23 years ago. For some reason this triggered a lot of nasty comments. To be fair, there were also plenty of proper … Continue reading →

Around 1700 years ago, the town of Calleva Atrebatum was a thriving little place. Streets in a grid, forum in the (roughly) middle, people coming and going from all over the empire. It was a major crossroads from London, leading … Continue reading →

This evening, as the rain fell, I cooked at the barbecue. A typical English barbie, I wrote on Instagram. It was most annoying because the weather report had forecast an evening of clouds but no precipitation. There’d been no rain … Continue reading →

I recorded the Talking Newspaper today with Nina. And I have to say, it felt superb. The best yet. Even Tim, the engineer said that it was excellent. In fact, in an email sent around to the other engineer later … Continue reading →

Back in 1936, as the Spanish Civil War was going on, Federico Garcia Lorca completed writing the play, The House of Bernada Alba. A (large) number of years ago, Mirinda directed a marvellous production of it at the Lighthouse Theatre. … Continue reading →

On my way into Farnham I ran into the Gun Dog Guy, and he asked where I was yesterday. When I told him I was happily sitting on the lounge, watching the downpour out the back he grimaced. He’d been … Continue reading →

We took the girls to Frensham this afternoon. For a change we took the path that leads through the heather rather than our usual route that follows the edge of the pond. It’s no longer or shorter but it is … Continue reading →

The Lady of the Rescues insisted I’d get wet today. She was wrong. While it’s true that I was walking through some almost serious spitting, it wasn’t enough to get me even close to damp. And the rest of the … Continue reading →

I hadn’t heard of Bruce Bairnsfather (1887-1959) before. Until last Monday night’s webinar that is. He was a Captain/cartoonist during the Great War. Almost single-handedly, he seems to have lifted the spirits of the fighting men with a wonderful command … Continue reading →

Wasps are such ungrateful little bastards. One flew into the car as we were returning from brunch. I was fully prepared to save it from death by squashing when it landed on the dashboard. One gentle sweep of my hand … Continue reading →