Tag Archives: The Wolds
Curtains and Crafts
Life suddenly seems to have become very hectic. Of course, taking an unplanned and unexpected holiday last month did rather concertina my usual slow drift into autumn, and before I could make a start on my normal activities I had … Continue reading
The Sow and Piglets
I had a chat with Malcolm’s father a couple of days ago, and he told me a few of the old local stories about the circle of standing stones on the Hunker Downs, beyond Burnt Oak Farm. His grandfather, who … Continue reading
Absolutely Barking
Due to unforeseen circumstances, a day out with my friend Sadie ended up as an overnight stay in her cottage, next to the vicarage in one of the little villages the other side of the county. Yesterday was the day … Continue reading
Roses, Roses, All The Way,
Old friend Sadie picked me up at The Porker on Friday morning for a day out at The Gardens Of The Rose. Her friend Dot was in the back, and her neighbour May, who was coming with us because a … Continue reading
Yaffle
Just after midday, as I was putting together some lunch, I heard a tremendous racket outside. From my kitchen it sounded like someone drawing a rusty saw across a metal post. It was a little less raucous heard from outside … Continue reading
A New Beginning
Maybe I overdid things when I first moved into the village of Much Grumbling In The Wolds. This house was a tip, and much as I enjoyed getting it clean and sparkling, I should probably taken it much more slowly. … Continue reading
Positively No Grumbling in Much Grumbling 