The effects of absence

The romantic convention will have it that absence makes the heart grow fonder of the missing person – or, for the sour minded, of someone else someone present.  It has been suggested that the first writer to coin this phrase was one T H Bayly, a nineteenth century...

Tempests and their waves

There are a good many cardinal rules about living in isolated, or fairly isolated, rural areas – such as always knowing at least two mechanics or roof tilers – but amongst the most important concern water and electricity.  Rule one: never (if possible) live at the end...

Christmas is a-coming, conscience follows hard behind…

Conscience comes with Christmas. It has been said that carrots scream when you pull them out of the ground.  Of course one should be using a fork to loosen the soil, then gently shaking off the earth and rinsing them under an outside tap.  Perhaps then they will only...

The last fly

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...

Where is Agatha Christie when you need her?

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...