In week twelve of our new life, confined to the house and gardens, I thought that a blog, with the story of one of my trips around the world, or Europe anyway, might be a slight diversion and show how one’s view, in any kind of design can be changed…
I sometimes wonder what Wordsworth would have said had he been able to publish a blog. Would we have had descriptions of the daffodils, instead of the poem, or would we have had both? I ask this question because to my astonishment, my blog posts appear to have been read…
About two years ago, I took on the task of writing a companion book for my History of Dalgarven Mill which was to cover the costume collection, the putting together of it, the quality of it, with little offshoots into lace making, Paisley shawls, Ayrshire blankets and the like. Usually,…
This has been quite an eventful week, I suppose in the fullness of time we should expect, at this the darkest and coldest part of the year, that some old friends might simply fade away. The year began with what I took to be an aberration, and that was in…
My grandson has just informed me that at 12noon he is going back to bed. The reason, is of course that he stayed up until 4.30 last night listening to the election result. And for the first time, I thought back to the days of yore, when I was his…
