The marina in which our houseboat is anchored is connected via a channel to the River Great Ouse. In these covid-raddled months, when rain, wind and ice allow, Trish and […]
“He was a gentleman with red whiskers who always went first through a doorway.” This is how Guy de Maupassant described a character in one of his stories. Its details […]
We never forget our first loves, do we? Not in life and certainly not in fiction. Last week’s blog caused in me a nostalgic sigh for the days when I […]