A sure sign of the end of autumn, the beginning of winter is the disappearance of flies. But there is always one fly left. No-one knows for what he or she is looking but everyone knows that he – or she – is (insert favourite expletive) annoying, indestructible and...
As I was going down to St Astier the other day (pls, no panic, this will not be a poem) I saw a pair of men’s shoes in the road. Highly polished, seemingly new, black men’s’ moccasins were lying on their sides about a metre from the kerb, noticeably on...
At last, at last, the rains have come! After all the drought ridden summer months wondering whether there would be enough early dew or Scotch mist to dampen the fields and stimulate the grass, the daily chore of watering the ungrateful vegetable garden, the rains have... 