Finding life hard?

So I jotted down a list of things I wanted to remember to blog about. No, I haven't lost the list; I'm just explaining why this post...

Since I "know the way" led Daughter on a sliiiightly overgrown path she refuses to do any more exploratory walks until we get a ma...

I had to go to Mumbles and while I was out Husband decided to pick-axe the root. He lost his balance, cut his leg, and threw soil all over h...

From your comments on my previous post I assume wandering cattle aren't a normal sight where you are. They are here. They're often o...

My plan for dinner has once again been thwarted by my own ineptitude. I suppose I could make ribs in barbecue sauce surprise, the surprise b...

So Husband dug up this bamboo root with barely a shortage of breath. While I continue plugging away at the smaller roots. When I dug up the ...

Thirteen years ago Husband and I visited Skomer, a tiny island off the coast of Wales. We were in search of puffins. I mention this because ...

Morning in Zac's cleaning and sorting out clothes resulting in another eight bags to go to the charity shop. The stuff I sent for recycl...

We have a family whatsapp page and Younger Son posted this image the other day. Both GrandSon1 and GrandDaughter2 asked, independently, ...