Posts tagged: autumn

Saturday Time Travel

I woke up this Saturday morning and began to feel like Rip van Winkle, that American Dutchman of kingly disposition who fell asleep in the Catskill Mountains of New York after sharing a drink with the ghost of Henry Hudson and woke up twenty years later an old man.

It wasn’t the creaking bones, although my joints aren’t at their best until I’ve been up for five minutes or so. It wasn’t that I sleep in a little longer at weekend. It wasn’t a hangover either as I don’t indulge any more. No, it the trip to C0-op that made me feel as if I’d mislaid a chunk of time. Read more ›››


This blog was never intended as a really personal account. As in details of my family and friends who I wouldn’t want to expose to the harshness of the web. But for once, I’ll let that slide. No names, no pack drill.

My daughter finished school today, apart from exams and then on to college in autumn. It doesn’t seem a moment ago that I was taking photos of her on her first day at primary, and there I was tonight doing the same thing as she was ready to leave for her prom. Read more ›››