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Deer Me – No Place for Snares

We set out for a brisk walk on Christmas morning since a) it was sunny and bright, and b) the likelihood of me being able to round everyone up for exercise after dinner was extremely low. So we set off on one of our usual strolls through the woods into neighbouring Indre, down by the [...] [...]

Caching in on Christmas – Geocaching, Gold Mines, Muggles and Viaducs

The weather finally cleared on Christmas Eve and, since most of us were feeling better after going down with various coughs and colds, we headed off for a spot of geocaching. Chris, Rors and I haven’t done any for ages, and Caiti and Benj had never had a go. So it seemed a nice way [...] [...]

Merry Christmas!

Well, I’m going to take a few days off from blogging and writing. So today I shall wish you Bonnes Fêtes and leave you with a poem that I must have written forty years ago, if not longer! I was an unstoppable poem writer as a child, and Christmas was one of my favourite themes.   Santa’s [...] [...]

Dreaming of a Wet Christmas

We had a pre-Christmas shock a short while ago. A vanload of gendarmes pulled up outside the house and a significant amount of firepower clambered out. It was gone four o’clock, three days before Christmas. Surely they weren’t here to check Chris’s gun licences or my paperwork for the business. Everything’s in order but it’s [...] [...]