What a superb walk we had today at Brancaster beach. Over a mile of sandy beach expanse, the sea gently rolling in.
There were a few people there, including a man walking his 14 week-old labrador puppy, Django, his Bearded Dragon on his shoulder. That's Norfolk!
The grassy
Forgive me, it's a long time since I last did a little post like this and I've been meaning to log this for ages but yadda yadda new responsibilities...no time...
This picture is from when I was last in Norfolk a couple of weeks ago.
This is Thomas (on the right I think) and Bessie.
Both ex-show and ex-breeding dogs, they'd come to the end of their working life and were adopted by B, who has rehomed lots of show-line labradors. Tom is now 9.5 years old and Bess is a couple
It's supposed to be good for you, right?
I recently overcame my lifelong aversion to all milky-looking things with lumps in them in keeping with my largely-successful dieting initiative. Add some fruit and seeds and there it is, brimming with oaty proteiny goodness. Warm, nourishing and filling, albeit
It's the 6th anniversary of her death today, and I'm remembering how I was sitting on my Discovery Bay sofa working my way through the whole series of Friends on my laptop when the email came in from the Doctor at the Dignity Lifestyle Resort to
How about I update this every week. Or when I feel like it?
This week I had to look up the oeuvre of Take That to discover what my brain was singing. Then I had to speak to Maria, obviously. And I hadn't heard the Carmen Souza for
On evenings like this week's, when I've come in from the cold and wet, I long to put my bum up against the AGA to warm up. My modern Beckenham kitchen isn't quite as comforting as the cosy Norfolk one, however.
I have wanted
I knew she'd been ill and whenever I walked Fergus past her house, a couple of evenings a week, and saw the front bedroom light always on, I wondered how she was doing. Yesterday I actually bothered to do a search and found her obituary.
Thank you for
