• What light through yonder window breaks?

    The days are certainly becoming more autumnal now, the dark encroaches ever earlier and preceded by a distinct nip in the air. The red grapes are safely harvested (bar a few late  ripeners) and their juice bubbling away satisfactorily in the largest tub I have. I worry about a possible frost which may defeat my… Continue Reading

  • The town of a million benches.

    IT’S JUST A GAME OF RUGBY! Oh no it’s not. It’s a sad reflection on the state of  the English game. The squashing of individualism by over-influential coaches  persistently stressing the mantra of ‘being a team member’ and thereby stifling the creativity that these players displayed in ‘shed loads’ during their formative  years and through… Continue Reading