A life retold

A life retold

‘You don’t see a pipe much these days’ he said in his soft Lancashire burr. ‘I had one when I was demobbed, smoked St Bruno flake’. I stopped filling my pipe and looked at the smiling old man addressing me.He said he’d lost his wife...
The Wild Rose

The Wild Rose

I’m becoming more and more fascinated by poetry. It just seems amazing that a short ten line poem can capture the essence of what love is. This was written by Wendell Berry for his wife. Sometimes hidden from me in daily custom and in trust, so that I live by...

Plan Less, Be Happier!

Happy New Year! This is the time of year for talk of resolutions. A New Year, A New You! The media and blogosphere is awash with various exhortations to achieve a ‘better’ you. My resolution partly inspired by this blog post by Tommy Angelo is to do less,...

A simple life in a rural idyll?

Whilst browsing one of my favourite blog writers Lucky Jimm I came across reference to a 25 year old community in Tuscany (Italy) in the Valle degli Elfi (Valley of Elves), where people live as we used to, helping each other, not reliant on external resources but...

Un Bon Repas

As I get older, and because I can cook reasonably well, I find dining out at restaurants tedious and generally rather unfulfilling. Tortuous service and barely adequate food are the order of the day, even in a country, France, that prides itself as the gourmet centre...