This Year Seems To Be Going So Fast

I can't believe we are almost 10% through 2022 already. Before we know it, Easter will hit us, then it's downhill to Summer, my favourite season. I'm just hoping Spring and Summer are better than last year. In 2020 we had amazing weather here in the UK, but last year was dismal, we certainly paid … Continue reading This Year Seems To Be Going So Fast


This is a story that everyone ought to read. It's a story about the inhumanity of mankind and the horrific acts that people endured under the Nazis in Germany during the 1930's and the Second World War. It's also about the kindness of others and the struggles that are faced trying to rise up again … Continue reading Again

A Simple Intention to Get the Ball Rolling

I too struggle with getting motivated. This is an excellent article and will hopefully help.

Sometimes it’s way too easy to feel we’re too far behind, so overwhelmed, or so down, that it seems impossible to get ahead, find balance or climb up from the down. Enough with beating ourselves up!

Reality’s not just us. Everyone has times like these in life. It’s a part of life that appears and exists to correct us, motivate and inspire us, and teach us how to appreciate and engage life to do more than drift along or except defeat.

Try to receive each new day with anticipation and a promise to try something new. Something that moves you closer towards fun, something instructional or creative, or something which nourishes good relationships and good emotions. Something that connects and moves you to engage life!

With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.

Eleanor Roosevelt

One, simple intention is all it takes to get the…

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Equine Families

We love The New Forest and live close to here. If you have never been, it’s a wonderful part of England and an area of natural beauty as you can see from these terrific photos.


A loosely latched utility room window constantly thudded throughout last night against the whistling rhythm of thunderous gales sweeping through the Isle of Wight at speeds of up to 100 m.p.h.

The Weeping Birch bent its back and tossed it tresses.

As I write we do not expect a cessation until 9 p. m.

A pony couple contributing equine child labour introduced a very young colt to the family business of maintaining the clipping of the verges at the Brockenhurst end of Rhinefield Road. While Dad kept a discreet distance the infant was more interested in clinging close to his unresponsive mother in the hope of latching on for food.

I wandered into the woodland alongside, picking out a split, yet still flourishing tree; watching jackdaws, tidier than Tootlepedal‘s, foraging in the grass; and, when noticing birches swaying scarily with the wind – perhaps to join others littering the…

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Birthday Day Out

This sounds like a great hike with good company and some great photos to remember it by.


After a drive home in glorious sunshine from my Snowdonia adventures, the British weather does what it always does and the next 24 hours were highlighted by ceaseless rain. A chance for a day off to prepare for my birthday outing. Mark has a tradition of climbing hills on his birthday, a tradition I’m keen to follow. This year with all the COVID stuff we’ve made extra effort to try and meet up on birthdays as an excuse to keep the bonds of friendship strong

We’d agreed to meet a few friends up north and after some debate and booking into a hotel to break up the journey we settled on the Forest of Bowland. I should point out that we weren’t able to break up ALL the journey. We were still not allowed to stay in a hotel for anything other than “essential” reasons in England but we could…

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Here’s a little poem about the weather. It did make me think about passing wind, maybe I need to compose something of my own but not about the weather if you get my drift.

K Morris - Poet

The wind does pass
Across my window glass.
While I, inside
Think on human pride.
Hearing it’s gusts
I regret my lusts,
And all my pride.

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Location, Location, Location #22

Here’s a great story that will literally take you back in time.

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Location No. 22 – Somewhere in Yorkshire

On our literary tour this week we’re going on a little time-travelling detour. Let me take you back to my school-days when I deftly managed to avoid a week’s work experience by wangling my way onto a historical workshop run by a local theatre group.

There were about 10 of us from our all girls grammar school, and we were about to be transported to the time of the English Civil War, accompanied by a handful of enthusiastic actors, who were keen to recreate the correct conditions for our plight under the iron fist of the Royalists who held the walled City of York.

The historical details were somewhat lost on me, but the story was that our fathers, fearful for our safety, were sending us out of the city to an unspecified rural location, were we would conceal our identities as…

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Grandparents and Strawberries

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He was a farmer, a fisherman, an ice harvester, and a gin runner… but by the time I met Chester, my great-grandfather, he was an old man who liked to make jokes, lived in the house he built, and loved his kids. And in his 80’s, he still grew a field of strawberries.

I was lucky in the fact that I remember six of my great-grandparents. Chester is probably the most colorful of them all. All eight were farmers; all of them moved away from their parents and bought their own farm. I didn’t know his wife, my great-grandma Helen, because she was 5 when she died of cancer. We were living in Kansas at the time, and I don’t remember going to her funeral, so if my mom went, I wouldn’t know.

That branch of the family is the most settled out of all the clans. The Crosses moved…

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