A week to myself

This week I’m away from Liverpool, at Laugharne in South Wales. A week on my own, away from my work and my laptop. To walk, read, maybe write and on the whole do not much of anything. A retreat. I’ve brought some music, some poetry, some t-shirts and not much else. As the week goes […]

Christmas is coming: But not to our house

In town today we had a lovely few hours with our friends from Homebaked at the Quaker Meeting House. Principally there to take part in the Christine Physick exhibition of Anfield Art that I wrote about last week, our conversations, in fact, rambled far and wide. Through life and the living of it and the […]

Real Bread Matters

Yes, this is a post about bread and why it matters. But first a bit of background about bread and me. You’d kind of expect that wouldn’t you, being my blog and all? Come late summertime four years ago I was almost completely knackered. Three years of being Sarah’s principal carer as we both worried […]