From 1976 to 1978 I kept a diary and did not really start writing again until the arrival of the iPad and easy-to-use diary apps. My diary is, of course, personal, and will be of little interest to anyone. However, I occasionally record thoughts that expand and meander in ways I had not anticipated when I started writing them, and which I thought might be of interest to a wider audience. Here they are!
Colin Monk has passed away and I shall certainly miss him.
I love to see snow, but it is quite rare in this part of the world. We had ‘snow’ this morning but nothing compared to the big freeze of 1963, which is where my fear of ice came from…
My Personal Diary, 31st December 2020. The old year is like the rusty dead leaves momentarily reprieved by frost. They will fade away just like 2020. After a year like this, a spot of wishful thinking would seem in order.
My personal diary, Sunday, 27th December 2020. Devon. Bella has a go at blowing my fence down, and doesn’t entirely succeed.
As a Devon exile living in London I could not resist the urge to travel home as often as I could. And there are so many great places to see.
This new housing development was the latest ‘ZED’ or zero energy development in Britain back in 2007.
Not everyone was looking forward to shopping in the new Asda. I was one of them.
The Queen Mary 2 has been anchored off Teignmouth for a few days now, along with a selection of other cruise ships.
Back in July I included a few photographs of a rather large hedgehog I spotted ambling through my garden in the post ‘Bird Murder’; this was in an effort to lighten the rather gory nature of a bird of prey doing what birds of prey are supposed to do. I suspected the hedgehog I hadContinue Reading
I battled for three days to remove the bullrushes that almost completely obscured the pond, but it was worth it…
In a bedsit in Fitzrovia, London, it was almost midnight and a revolution in music was about to take place…
I noticed this morning there was something wrong with a young wood pigeon; it couldn’t fly and could barely walk. I tried to help and then this happened…
These are just 10 of the 22 pubs in Newton Abbot at the time, one or two of which have changed beyond recognition.
Lockdown gave me an opportunity to really go to town on my garden – and get some serious work done. Sun and fun – and exercise too!
It is perhaps surprising how much demolition is required and how many road changes are needed just to build a supermarket. And did we really need it?
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