It’s a funny old world, not necessarily the funny that makes you laugh, although I can still manage a wry smile for the tragedy that is humour. I started this year with a poem, by Dannie Abse, the poet brother of politician Leo Abse. I rather pre-empted the New Year by posting this short poem,Continue reading “It’s a brand new year – can we look after it properly this time round”
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Last Words
by DANNIE ABSE Splendidly, Shakespeare’s heroesShakespeare’s heroines, once the spotlight’s on,enact every night, with such grace, their verbose deaths.Then great plush curtains, then smiling resurrectionto applause, and never their good looks gone.The last recorded words tooof real kings, real queens, all the famous death,are but pithy pretences, quotable quotationscomposed by anonymous men decades later,never withContinue reading “Last Words”
Life is hell without a car – but thanks to my daughter I’m back on the road
A new month and a new start in many different ways. The greatest, however, is that I am no longer carless. As I mentioned three months ago I drove my Chevy to the levee . . . Well not really, for levee read scrapyard and the only driving in this case was them sending aContinue reading “Life is hell without a car – but thanks to my daughter I’m back on the road”
Even a drunk rugby club crowd can not outdo Swift in bawdiness
In my wayward youth I did spend time carousing in pubs and in the rugby season my friends and I would head off to one of our favourite pubs and, once we had consumed an appropriate amount of alcoholic liquid, we would entertain ourselves, and many of the other patrons, with a variety of whatContinue reading “Even a drunk rugby club crowd can not outdo Swift in bawdiness”
Night time raiders who treat our garden with complete disdain
One of our friendly hedgehogs bumbling around in the dark You, my readers, have probably realised by now that I enjoy nature and love our garden (mainly created by my dear Marion) as well as all the visitors – well, maybe not all, in fact definitely not all. We have always welcomed birds to ourContinue reading “Night time raiders who treat our garden with complete disdain”
The thought fox
by Ted Hughes I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;Continue reading “The thought fox”
Triple trouble or a family affair
When I first started filming the wildlife in our garden at night it seemed fairly straightforward. We had at least two hedgehogs because at they both turned up at the same time one night. In fact the one we named Horace appeared to be bullying the smaller hedgehog. We also knew we had two foxes,Continue reading “Triple trouble or a family affair”
Emotions to the fore as I say my last farewells to a trusted companion
It has always been my belief that Cymro (that is our name for ourselves as opposed to Welsh, which is what the Saes call us) are passionate and not afraid to show their emotions, whether it be joy or sorrow or even anger. I can be passionate about much in life but mainly about people,Continue reading “Emotions to the fore as I say my last farewells to a trusted companion”
You’ve got to have style if you’re one of the London (Odeon) boys
The day I took over as manager of the Odeon in Camden, an inner city suburb of London, was a big step as I would be in charge of a cinema, responsible for the presentation, screenings, staff and all that goes into entertaining the public. The place had begun life in the 1920s as theContinue reading “You’ve got to have style if you’re one of the London (Odeon) boys”
Creating a construction to baffle even the most cunning of cats
When we first realised hedgehogs used our garden as part of their highway, and decided to put out food and water for them, the weather was still unpredictable. It didn’t matter about their water, rain would only fill up the bowl. The food, on the other hand, needed to be kept dry as the dryContinue reading “Creating a construction to baffle even the most cunning of cats”
Robin's Nest 