Life Life is an odd thing: a precious gift . . . a jubilant joy . . . a nondescript blur . . . a painful trial . . . a gracious gift from above. During this post-coronavirus time, where … Read More
Blenheim Lodge
‘I wander’d lonely as a cloud . . .’
The Lake District – or at least where we live in the English Lakes – seems to be having a spell of great weather. Today, while going about Windermere to do our shopping and visit the bank, I saw people … Read More