Fanfare for …

The ghosts of October have melted into the first fog of the autumn and November has arrived in our village. Last night the Crotchety Couple cowered inside while excited young voices passed by our house, rising to a crescendo and fading away again. Then, unexpectedly, there was a brisk rapping on the front door. Fear gripped my heart as I went to…Read more Fanfare for …

Shiloh

It's a year now since Crotchety Man retired - a year plus a week since my last day at work and a year minus a week since I officially ceased to be employed. Over those last twelve months I have moved 100 miles south, swapping the busy tourist city of York for the relative quiet of a Leicestershire village, and…Read more Shiloh