It's been a while since I've had a 'Meet the Author' post. For the avoidance of doubt that's me in the foreground. I currently hold multiple roles at the Mexile, including writer, web developer, photographer and teaboy. I have a few more grey hairs than last time you saw me. But only a few. More … Continue reading Little Bredy
Measuring the coming and going of the seasons should be a near enough exact science. According to the calendar, autumn begins on September 22nd. My preference is to allocate seasons into more organised three month blocks. Winter is December, January and February. Spring claims March, April and May. Summer spreads itself across June, July and August. Obviously, … Continue reading Season’s End
The British calendar can be a complicated affair sometimes. Sure, some holiday dates are fixed. Christmas Day and Bonfire night, for example, are always on the 25th December and 5th November. Other dates are fixed-ish. May Day is rarely on 1st May, unlike pretty much everywhere else in the world, but as it is always on … Continue reading Summer Lottery
I have a little reminder that England is still, at least in parts, a land worthy of building Jerusalem upon. Although quite frankly, given the trouble they have with Jerusalem in it’s current location, perhaps it’s best left where it is. We have never been to Jerusalem. We have now been to Minterne Gardens though, … Continue reading A Green And Pleasant Land
Spring is in the air. In a metaphorical sense more than a literal sense. The days have gotten longer and sunset has been deferred an hour thanks to the switch to British Summer Time. Crocuses and cherry blossom are in bloom. The sun shines brightly on good days, giving us deep blue skies with pillow white … Continue reading Mapperton House
If you are hoping for a tale of drinking and debauchery in a traditional olde worlde pub, then I am going to disappoint you. Wrong type of spit and sawdust establishment. Instead, let me introduce you to a world that is altogether crazier that anything the depraved mind of the village alcoholic could ever dream … Continue reading Spit and Sawdust
In school playgrounds, boys will often debate on which boys fathers could whup other boys fathers. If I remember rightly, the most common case made was with an argument that ran something along the lines of 'my dad could beat up your dad'. But little boys eventually progress into big boys, and the competition revolves around what car … Continue reading Paternal Sins
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