Frost and rime

Frozen grass for breakfast, anyone? R and I had tickets for an early Charlecote walk this morning, but the day dawned cold, dark, and foggy, the temperature was sub-zero, and the prospect wasn’t wholly enticing. However, having hauled ourselves reluctantly … 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