The phrase “grim up north” lingers in the national imagination and conjures images of soot-stained skylines, struggling towns, and industries long past their prime. Yet this caricature of tired decline obscures another, less frequently told [more…]
When they had ordered the food and a bottle of wine, Jane asked how the meetings had gone today. “You probably know already, the meetings with the PM and the Home Secretary were both the [more…]
Saturday 20th June – At sea, heading for Gibraltar Today is my birthday and I am sure you all know the saying, “You are only as old as you feel.” Well, today I feel old [more…]
I’ve learned to kind of expect the unexpected where the greenhouse is concerned. There’s rarely a day goes by when there aren’t at least one or two (feathered) birds in there, struggling to find its [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers, it looks like the warm weather is back. It was very nice this weekend. If the truth be told, it was a bit warm for your cat reporter. There [more…]
For generations, the phrase “grim up north” has lingered in the national imagination — conjuring images of soot-stained skylines, struggling towns, and industries long past their prime. It is a shorthand that flattens the region [more…]
Sally looked at her phone when she heard knocking on the door, it was 10:45. She pulled a dressing gown on and went to see who it was. A smiling Jane Goodley was standing there, [more…]
Sunday 14th June – At sea, off southern Portugal and into the Mediterranean When your intrepid diarist woke, it was still dark, but a tap on my iPad screen revealed it was 06:45. Then I [more…]
Monday Good morning, my happy readers, the cat is back. It’s been an eventful few weeks while my scribe has been stuffing his face on a cruise. When I last wrote a column, Mascara Man [more…]
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