John’s Favourite Rambles around Brighouse. Walks 1-5, to the West

We used to live in a flat part of West Yorkshire with the remains of the coal mines never far away. We look back on Normanton, our home of 40 years, with a lot of affection. But it only had one true country walk nearby. We’ve lived in Rastrick for six years now, and stillContinue reading “John’s Favourite Rambles around Brighouse. Walks 1-5, to the West”

A Purpose for Living

As I surveyed the sea of people dressed in black, shedding quiet sorrowful tears, I reflected that – for me – this was the most devastating consequence of Covid-19 so far. I’d cut short my break in Keswick by a day to attend. No, he hadn’t actually caught Covid-19. My friend and ex-colleague had diedContinue reading “A Purpose for Living”

Seventy Times Seven

Most people are familiar with the film, ‘The Bridge over the River Kwai’. This tells us about the building of the infamous railway bridge going from Thailand towards Burma during the last three and a half years of World War II. The Japanese conscripted many thousands of allied POW’s and local Thai people whom theyContinue reading “Seventy Times Seven”

Sorry Saga of the Summerhouse

It all began one day last year when we decided to buy an octagonal summerhouse to replace our rather ugly shed-with-a-leaky-roof. We hired a builder to dismantle it, which would have been easier had it not shared a common wall with next door’s shed. And easier still had there not been a low cement brickContinue reading “Sorry Saga of the Summerhouse”

The Crumbling Concrete Challenge

Can any of you remember those far-off days when you could walk directly into the entrance of a large store and collect a trolley? Then you could jostle your way to the relevant aisle, peruse the many products on display, select exactly what you want and make your way to the till? Exciting news –Continue reading “The Crumbling Concrete Challenge”