What follows is a Christmas story. I have written it for all of the lovely people who read my blog. Thank you all. Wholeheartedly. Tom Tide. ———————— They were all worn out and grumpy, and as if she had read his thoughts the stamping started. Glancing down at the drooping antlers and shuffling hooves in … More God Jul. A Christmas Story.
I searched frantically for you. Carving around bends and cutting across hills Suffused with evening shadow. Eyes peeled and neck staining; All for a glimpse. My night vision blurred by headlights I all but gave up: Then there you were. Just a glimmer, me playing peekaboo peering through thorny hedgerows to crest a hill … More Harvest Moon
What would you watch, if time was of the essence? If you could enjoy and appreciate one film, and one film only. Choose one cinematic experience to relive. If you were given 60 seconds to choose one last film? Could you take your pick? I could, hands down. It would be Local Hero. The 1983 … More Last Chance Saloon
The banner of the Alzheimer’s Society is a Forget Me Not flower. Beautiful, tender and unassuming, and probaly frequently swept aside in frenzied weeding. It is a tiny flower, forged from powder blue petals, white stars at the epicentre and a core of vibrant yellow. The sage green petals protect the fragile bloom as you … More Chance meeting