Monthly Archives: March 2022

If I have a signature dish it is probably my salmon with avocado crust. I have no idea where the original recipe came from and, anyway, I’ve changed it and adapted it so many times over the years that it … Continue reading →

One of the things I really miss from our time in Sweden is the quiet. From deep in the ancient forest where all you can hear are birds and the rustle of the wind, to being on the edge of … Continue reading →

We were walking towards Max, in the Frensham cricket ground car park, when I noticed that one of the big trees had been cut down. It was one of four that has stood there for a very long time. They … Continue reading →

I am currently reading Around the World in 80 Trains: A 45,000 Mile Adventure by Monisha Rajesh, Buried Alive: the Biography of Janis Joplin by Myra Friedman, Wounded: From Battlefield to Blighty – 1914-1918 by Emily Mayhew, Catch-22 by Joseph … Continue reading →

Peter Bowles died from cancer today, aged 85. We saw him in The Rivals in 2011 and as Beau Brummel in 2001. He was excellent in both. Interestingly, a lot of people were saying today how he played a quintessential … Continue reading →

Today a vast orange dust cloud, two kilometres up in the sky, enveloped the south of England. It was the residual dust from a Saharan sand storm. It had already travelled across Spain, France, and Portugal. As I wandered around … Continue reading →

This morning I was expecting a chap to come and quote on having a tree cut back. We have used the company before, though not for a few years. The guy was due to turn up between 9am and 10am. … Continue reading →

We lived in Haslemere for a few years before moving to Farnham, and we explored a lot of the surrounding countryside. We visited properties, gardens, landscapes, all sorts of places. In all the time we were there, we didn’t visit … Continue reading →

I saw Mr Tickle at the garden centre today. It probably marks the first time I have ever bumped into someone I know at a garden centre. He was on his own, pushing a trolley, listlessly around with a box … Continue reading →