Once again... we're knocking out a review of our year with lots of ups and one massive down (left until the end). We've added in-page links to posts made earlier in the year, in case you're really, really interested. If nothing else you might come away with ideas for a holiday or two. *** And…
From the steam train terminus at Seespitz we boarded a rather luxurious ferry run by the Achenseeschifffahrt. A pleasant 25 minutes, if a pricy way of reaching Pertisau (11 euros). We could have taken a bus if we'd managed to find out where the stop was! Achensee in September Monday 1 September (cont.) I had…
Here we are again... bashing out a review of our year with its ups and downs. It would have been a challenge to put all this on a card. There are some in-page links to posts made earlier in the year. Or you can skip to the end if we're boring you. If nothing else…
I knew something was afoot a soon as I picked up the envelope. In the past it has contained a short letter to say that everything was fine - which is what Anne was told the previous week. But this time there was a longer letter with a leaflet all about bowel cancer screening and…
As I have already recounted (at least once) in 1979, on my return to Oxford from London, I accidentally co-founded a band you've never heard of called One for the Wall. We never got a recording contract but it was fun while it lasted. We went our own ways a few years later, but -…
When a body is cremated it ends up as a jar of ashes (usually a plastic one). What then? It's not an item I'd choose to hang on to for long. Would you keep it on your mantlepiece? The scattering of ashes presents problems that you might not have considered until the time comes. Most…
After two lovely weeks in France we headed back to London on Friday 11 April. We drove north to spend a evening in Saint-Malo, the sun emerging just as we arrived. On our previous visit we'd seen that it would be possible to walk out on the causeway to the islet where Chateaubriand is buried…
My wife plays a Brahms intermezzo on the piano while I read the Times Literary Supplement. This sickening scene takes place at our holiday home in Charente. But there are worse things to be accused of than being middle-class. We returned from France on 27 February - and here we are again. They are forecasting…
Tue: Very cold, even for January. Leave Herne Hill 11am, arrive Liverpool by train mid afternoon. To M&S to buy clothes for Mum (she has shrunk), then to lawyers to sign probate declaration for Dad's estate. Train to Birkenhead then taxi to Upton, arrive at house and turn on heating and water. Examine post: only…
As I've said before, I am not much of a musician. I'm resigned to the fact that, at my age and with arthritic hands, I will not get better - but I am still ambitious, within my limitations. I try my best. When One for the Wall re-formed, eight years ago, the idea was just…
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