We have hit the long haul with winter. When endless dark days and nights prevail. Storms, wind, mud and water.   Ah, but there are green shoots. Lurking under ancient trees, we see the green stems of daffodils popping out. The occasional grey squirrel scurries...

A month ago, the outside area at home became a carpet of brown and orange leaves. Underneath must have lurked small bugs trying to keep dry and warm. Meanwhile, inside our home, under a roof with luscious moss, we have hibernated over weekends. Loving the softness of...

It was 10 days of watching the telly when we could, reading-up on regal traditions, watching the fashion-in-black Royalty and the revival of the United Kingdom of Once-Again Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I am referring to the death of Liz or colloquially Brenda...

I do love the odd names of streets, roads and places in England. On the train to work in the morning, the final destination is Charing Cross in London. The name Charing Cross is important because it is the place from where all distances to and from London are...

Let me tell you what is happening around us. Flags are going up. Cut-outs of crowns and the Queen are up. Flyers abound of parties on greens, streets and commons. We are all trying terribly hard not to talk of birthday cake, Downing Street and lying to Parliament....