Guilty Conscience

Cars and cyclists go by as I sit here on this slightly damp bench. I’m conscious that I have been a tad tardy in my recent postings so I’m trying to make amends. It’s warm for mid November. At least it was when I set out but now low grey clouds have rolled in onContinue reading “Guilty Conscience”

The Border Country

“What’s that?” asks Walking Companion. We are staring at some thin, green, wispy seedlings struggling through the unseasonably dry clay of a large field just beyond the by pass. To get to this point we have exited The Exercise Yard through the Roman Way portal. crossed couple of paddocks, a stream and scuttled across theContinue reading “The Border Country”