Paying respects to King Harold II of 1066 fame… a family member

As beautiful as Waltham Abbey Church is and it’s impressively large gardens and ruins outside it; for myself at least it is not the main reason to have always wanted to visit the place. For Waltham Abbey is said to be the final resting place of the final crowned Anglo-Saxon king (see my post for… Continue reading Paying respects to King Harold II of 1066 fame… a family member

The festival of Raksha Bandhan

Two weeks ago today on August 7th, was the festival of Raksha Bandhan.  Originating with the Hindu faith in India (though long observed by Sikhs too),  it centres on a ceremony wherein a sister will tie a Rakhi (a simple cloth bracelet) on the wrist of her brother as a symbol of her love and… Continue reading The festival of Raksha Bandhan

Happy 100th Birthday Granddad

Today is a special day as my Granddad, Harold Stanley Heard, was born 100 years ago today on March 5th 1916.  It seems such a long time ago when you think about it.  20 of those periods would take you back to Jesus.  Of course, Granddad didn’t really get close to making his centenary and… Continue reading Happy 100th Birthday Granddad

A love-letter to Grandma

Everyone loves their Grandma don’t they?  They’re possibly the most special person anyone lucky enough to ever have one has ever had, along with Granddads of course!  Grandparents have all the joys of having young children but don’t have the responsibility of discipline. Today one of my Grandma’s would have been 86 years old which… Continue reading A love-letter to Grandma

A field of dreams and memories

Yesterday on my way to collect a customer for a half day tour to Woburn Abbey, I found myself with 15 minutes to spare so I took the opportunity to visit my old childhood park, somewhere I had only visited once in the last ten years and that being seven years ago. It is only… Continue reading A field of dreams and memories

Saying goodbye to my Mam

Whilst everyone else including myself was winding down and looking forward to having the next day off for Easter, my poor mother was dying. This wasn’t the first time that she had suffered from cancer or had serious operations as she had done on and off for about 13 years.  Like before, she had been… Continue reading Saying goodbye to my Mam