I’ve mentioned the “yawk” up before, although it’s fair to say I may have miss-spelled it in the past. Suffice to say, the term has nothing whatsoever to do with the fine city of York [more…]
At the end of the Second World War, on my father’s side of the family, the generations had passed with both grandparents dying in their sleep at ripe old ages. By VJ Day the cast [more…]
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good” as the saying goes and it’s as true for owners of large glass structures as it is for anyone else. Since my last epistle we’ve faced [more…]
With there being only 11 years between them both my grandfather, Elihu, and his nephew, John Jr, joined up for the Second War. Last time we looked at my grandfather’s service in the RAOC and [more…]
In Scotland and Lancashire they had (maybe they still do have) Wakes Week, a time when factories, mines and the like closed for 7 days to allow people to go to Blackpool, get pissed and [more…]
If you thought strawberry tales was boring, then I guess you’d better hold my coat (as the saying goes). Following several days of not being able to even enter the greenhouse, apart from a cursory [more…]
Unless you’re a strawberry obsessive then the first part of this installment of my bi-weekly greenhouse diary ramblings is going to be incredibly boring. Thankfully, as so few even bother to read the articles, much [more…]
I’m suffering from GAS I’ve had it for a while, but over the last couple of years it has got worse. Every week it seems to get worse. It seems that I only have to [more…]
I’d intended to have a little rant about the continuing brouhaha surrounding “vaccines”, “vaccine passports” and such matters, as it seems pretty clear to me that those who we employ to govern us have spent [more…]
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