Through a glass darkly – 161

As a change from reading books about the Spanish Civil War, we had an occasional outing in a Car Club car. Susie drove, as I can’t get my left leg under the steering wheel. We took garden rubbish to the recycling centre, bought Green Goddess compost from Caledonian Recycling, and  some inexpensive wine from ALDI.Continue reading “Through a glass darkly – 161”

Through a glass darkly – 158

Drama on our doorstep yesterday afternoon. There was a major gorse fire on Arthur’s Seat, the volcanic hill just beyond the bottom of our garden. Our friends arriving from Lyon wondered if it was laid on for their entertainment. I set off to walk [limp] round the hill this morning. But it seems that someContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 158”

Through a glass darkly – 155

Confessions of a pagan nun Against a future downsizing from this house [but Don’t hold your breath], I regularly clear small handfuls of books off the shelves and take them to one of the charity shops. Often I can remember when and where I bought books and read them. But I recently came across KateContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 155”

Through a glass darkly – 140

Books, books, books I’ve read 95 books during this past year, according to my omniscient MacBook. And I may well push on into three figures over the next ten days. It’s nothing to be proud of; Susie complains that I always have my nose in a book. The truth is that, because of a troublesomeContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 140”

Through a glass darkly – 124

Back to school again With hindsight I may have over-invested in the 60 Years On reunion down at CH. It was a long way down and back on the train, and involved two nights in a modest but friendly hotel in Horsham. For what was in truth a modest event: mid-morning gathering for coffee;  aContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 124”