Like daffodils shooting through the winter sludge yellow signs have appeared in Bircherley Green. This is a bit of a blow. I now have to walk up Bull Plain, turn left and left again to get to the Bus Station. The service road was a welcome short cut although of late I have considered wearing… Continue reading Regeneration – sort of!
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;A time to mourn, and a time to dance. Yesterday Sunday 11th October marked the fifth year since the passing of my grandson Zach on 11th October 2015. He would have been eight years old this year. During those last five years it is still not easy… Continue reading A Time to Remember