Many Thanks to a Helping Hand

Over the years I have had two serious altercations with potholes. The first took place on a rainy day just before I retired, when I mistook a deep pothole for a puddle. I flew over the handlebars, hit my head on the tarmac and momentarily lost consciousness. A cyclist behind me stopped and called for…

Now You See It, Now You Don’t

Almost a year ago Rohan and I went to the local Mairie (the Town Hall of our tiny village) to ask whether we could build an extension. The plans for enlarging our Tréguennec outhouse were outlined, questions were asked about its purpose and various official documents were reviewed. Not long after, the secretary who runs…

Nine Anonymous Guardians

Several years ago I launched a project to save one of my ‘treasures’ from damage. I recruited a team of helpers - guardians - and in this blog I describe what happened. Importantly, the project fits with what I have been doing for years.  I am always on the look out for interesting or unusual…

An Evening with Chekhov

While these days we occasionally go to the cinema, visits to theatres or concerts are rare, and trips to see opera or ballet even more so. Outings have not been helped by the Covid pandemic and only now have visits started to come back, such that in the last few weeks I have been reminded…

When Charlie, Freddie and I Made Up

Each day after my gym sessions I have a cuppa with friends. Our cafe is at the quiet end of a large room that looks out over a swimming pool. By tradition, the other end serves as a meeting place both for children as they wait the few minutes before getting ready to swim, and…

And the Word is ….Nanorama

In last week’s blog (published on 10 February), I asked readers to suggest a word similar to ‘vista’ but which could be used to refer to a scene in a small room rather than in a large outside space. In response, ‘Merrily’ wrote asking me to find - if needs be to invent - one…

When the Word Wasn’t There

Most readers will know of my love for words and in whatever I write I try to use words that express my thoughts with precision. This blog is about an occasion when the word I sought did not seem to exist; well, despite a search through several dictionaries, I could not find the one I…

Stefan the Galvaniser

This blog is about a moment when I was out walking - hobbling - in Brighton and suddenly everything changed; for the next hour or so I walked pain-free and without a care! It happened on a day when I had been walking with particular difficulty and had begun to ask myself if I was…

Underground Explosion?

This blog is primarily about a joke of mine that worked! However, to complete the picture I have added some background material from the sixteenth century. I have been telling jokes since I was a small child, indeed clowning was one of the few things I did well. Over the years, most of my jokes…