July continued in Oundle, our long‑standing summer hideaway where we’ve been sitting so long we’re basically part of the local ecosystem. Even without Jester (Mr J) — gone…
June closed on a very different note compared to the whirlwind that came before it. After wrapping up our time in Wales, we crossed back into England for…
Turning 60 feels a bit like waking up and realising you’ve accidentally wandered into the bonus round of life. For years people confidently predicted my “sex, drugs, and…
Other than our annual Woodstock visit, we rarely stay rooted in one place for long — exploring new corners of the country and meeting new people is half…
Regular readers will know that we’re invited back to Woodstock a couple of times each year, with February reserved for our longer stay. It’s a cycle we’ve come…