Chronicles of mook

I feel cheated!! After several warm weeks of dare I say semi-balmy weather, the sun has done one! Its cleared off, and and left me with the ...

Rather a non starter of a day. Waiting patiently for Auntie Katie to appear, our plans were scuppered when a lorryload of pigs were ejected ...

Another gorgeously sunny day in Blighty, and took the Mooker swimming this morning, in Whitemead, which is kind of like a Centre Parks Holid...

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod Splutters with soapy green, and all the world Sw...

Have spent more or less the whole day with a book in my hand, and my nose to the grindstone, busily reading the hours away. I haven't do...

The Easter Bunny managed to find the house, as he hopped, hopped, hopped along our lane to bestow us with his sugary delivery. Mooker was n...

Swapping palm trees for trusty oak trees, the Mook is now ensconced in the Little School in the big woods, and I was starting to wonder if w...