Retirement Rocks

We woke up on Sunday morning to our last full day on 't canal. It was another glorious blue sky day and once again, Daffy had been up h...

June 25th, 1952. A date that will live in infamy. I was born. Time to have a review, I think, and where better to start than with my memory...

Dear reader, you'll remember we left our intrepid narrow boaters sleeping blissfully on't water next to a lock gate just past Gargra...

Before I begin, please remember that all my photos can be enlarged simply by clicking on them and I think, in my own modest way, that some o...

This time last week I was getting ready for my first train trip to London in more than 20 years. I'm not a fan of London and even though...

I try. I really do. But every so often my Victor Meldrew persona takes over and I just have to have a bit of a rant about things I've ...

I often wonder if headline writers realise what they're writing. Then again, as I'm blogging about this one , maybe they do. They a...

Back in the days when I wore short pants, I wanted to be an astronaut. Actually never mind when I was in my 30's, I wanted to be an astr...

I hadn't realised it had been a week exactly since I wrote that last post and so it was a bit bizarre that today I walked to Daphne ...

I walked to Daphne's house this afternoon. Not exactly a riveting start to a blog post but it WAS a cold, wet and thoroughly depressing ...

As you can see, I've taken the plunge and updated my template - in line with Jenny who was my inspiration to get with the times. I chec...

Some headlines today seemed so obvious that they hardly deserved the name. Avram Grant sacked By Chelsea. Gosh what a surprise !! Chelsea c...