by Frank Foy A sabbath hush pervades the summer day,As seated here beside the shining sands,I gaze on once again the arid lands,That weed-besprinkled westward stretch away;The waves that wash the beach about me laySmooth mirrors in their track, and vast expandsThe stream’s majestic breast, to where upstandsFair Venice in her groves beside her bay.AndContinue reading “Up the River Side”
Category Archives: My life
New Year resolutions? Not for me
Twelfth Night already and I can’t figure out where the first five days of this New Year have gone. I didn’t set any New Year resolutions this year, even though in the past I used to, even if it was only two or three. You know the sort: I promise to lose at least twoContinue reading “New Year resolutions? Not for me”
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”
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”
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”
Thanks for all the information – now it’s time for me to say goodbye
By the time Christmas 1975 came round I began to think it was time to put in for a manager’s role at one the Rank Organisation’s Odeon cinemas. I believed Tony, my manager at Romford, had taught me all he could teach me. This included matters one did not automatically connect with cinemas, such asContinue reading “Thanks for all the information – now it’s time for me to say goodbye”
Happy workers are good workers, as long as you’re not a soft touch
I was much happier when my induction course in Birmingham was ended and I could get back to proper work at the three-screen Odeon cinema in Romford, where I had recently become an assistant career manager. It is not that I have anything against Birmingham. In fact when we lived in Redditch we went toContinue reading “Happy workers are good workers, as long as you’re not a soft touch”
Robin's Nest 