Progress on doing up my new but ancient house continues but at a pace even snails would surpass. It’s all down to this virus and I’ve even been thinking of bringing my new front garden bench into the house so I can sit on it and watch television. At the moment to spread out… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 52 -Social Distancing the back garden
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My big Coronavirus Opening! – St Johns Church in Stanmore.
Last Monday was the first real big step forward in the restoration of normal life in the U.K. with many of the non-essential opening for the first time in months. Of course I couldn’t imagine anything worse than going in a shop to buy junk but in my own way I had my own big… Continue reading My big Coronavirus Opening! – St Johns Church in Stanmore.
Coronavirus Diary 51 – Social Distancing with baby frogs
I never quite know what I will find on my walks and my walk on Friday was particularly eventful. First of all down a country lane I came across a car with its hazard lights flashing and being all prepared to be beheaded and end up in several pieces spread across the hinterland I went… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 51 – Social Distancing with baby frogs
Coronavirus Diary 50 – Of Woodlice and men
I remember reading Of Mice And Men At School, it was in the 80’s when it was politically incorrect to be taught Shakespeare which had lasted centuries and so we read significant work from the early 20th century which now too is seen to have its problems. Maybe it is time for someone to write… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 50 – Of Woodlice and men
Coronavirus Diary 49 – A thing of beauty
Traditionally gardens are meant to be a thing of beauty but when I started working on mine, there was nothing beautiful about it. Now there is a lawn and a patio and a little though empty raised bed for herbs and vegetables but on my nighty patrol with the watering can to keep the lawn… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 49 – A thing of beauty
Coronavirus Diary 48 – A bit of this, a bit of that.
I’m continuing my self-isolation which is probably a good thing as typically for my luck, the streets and neighbouring villages around where I live have the highest Covid mortality rate in the whole-country per head of population. With the electrician gone I have spent the last few days tidying up which largely involves turning walls… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 48 – A bit of this, a bit of that.
Coronavirus Diary 46 – Hiding in the garden with lemonade and a new friend
One of the things about having an Electrician in your house for 4 days when you’re not allowed to be in the same building as anyone is that you can’t be in the same building with anyone. And when there is no electricity and no sofa to sit on, what would be the point in… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 46 – Hiding in the garden with lemonade and a new friend
Coronavirus Diary 45 – Paint me like one of your French girls
Every day since I took delivery of my little front garden bench, I have had an early morning cup of tea there. The road is always quiet and I share my time between watching the sun rising higher in the sky and watching the birds, bees and butterflies fleeting around my vista. These days the… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 45 – Paint me like one of your French girls
Coronavirus Diary 44 – One good turn deserves another
A few days ago I was the lucky recipient of a Box of Delights of fresh fruit and vegetables which came via local farms from Chicago! And if that wasn’t enough then the below photo doesn’t even cover all of it. There is plenty more too and I now have almost a years supply of… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 44 – One good turn deserves another
The ruined church of St John the Evangelist in Stanmore
With the never ending lock-down being met with never ending warm weather, I decided to go and join up the dots of my new Stanmore tour which I actually worked out dreamt up whilst writing my blog posts on the area in the last few weeks. For a spot of quirky history and some good… Continue reading The ruined church of St John the Evangelist in Stanmore