Haarbow
I haven’t been able to find a name for this phenomenon: it’s a kind of rainbow, clearly, but it wasn’t and hadn’t been raining. Instead there was a slight sea fret or haar, which I believe happens when warm moist … Continued
Saving the best till last
We have become a grandmother. M. Thatcher, 1989 Baby B was born in Cardiff in the small hours of New Year’s Eve, to the absolute delight of a quartet of cheering grandparents. His story, and that of his parents, is … Continued
Normal for Warwickshire
In my childhood, morris was performed politely by men in cricket whites and bowler hats, and I always found it jaw-clenchingly embarrassing. Since then it has gone back to its anarchic folk roots, and I think it’s the better for … Continued
The Chinese Bridge
Today was a bit of a curate’s egg. This was the good bit: a morning walk around Croome with R in nice light – though sadly not early enough to catch the frost and mist, because they’ve now moved onto … Continued
Knaresborough
We said goodbye to the Greystead Institute with heavy hearts this morning. I’m old enough to remember when holiday cottages were mainly pretty basic affairs, but this has been a real home from home (I was about to insert a … Continued
Castles and curlews
In welcome contrast to yesterday, this morning dawned gloriously sunny, and R and I went road-tripping. “That’s quite a lot of castles,” he said in response to my plan. “Are you sure you want to do all of them?” I … Continued
