Well there’s an alliteration. That window above is today’s feature on Window Wednesday, taken in Woolbeding Church last weekend. (by Mr B I must add) Tucked away in a little village in West Sussex is a hamlet called Woolbeding, just outside Midhurst. We were down that way this weekend and my parents suggested we drop
We have what is known as a “formidable” ironing board. It arrived recently and really did remind me of a robot. Or an alien. And as I put it up in the spare bedroom I considered how under utilised ironing boards can be. Especially in this house <cough> You see we leave ours
Sometimes the real picture is behind you I don’t know if that is an actual quote but sometimes I feel it should be. We always focus on looking forwards, or staring at what we think we should be looking at, that we miss something else entirely. Something that actually be more of a story. I
One word. Yep, golf. I have never had a desire to play golf. Ever. My parents play it. Regularly. My husband plays it. Not as regularly as he would like, admittedly. But one of his birthday presents last year was golf club membership so it is safe to say he enjoys playing. Daughter’s boyfriend plays.
I have been following quite closely the story of Jon Platt who has taken his case about a term time holiday fine to the High Court. I was delighted he won the case this week and that the High Court has stated he doesn’t have a case to answer. Magistrates on the Isle of
Not you. I am not talking about you. You are lovely. I mean you as in society. And the right to think we can say what we like to anybody and to invade their private space. Following the BAFTAs on Sunday night I have followed the systematic destruction of one of our finest
As I mentioned yesterday, today on the blog I am sharing some pictures from the garden at Hinton Ampner. This is a National Trust house just outside Petersfield and if you are ever in the area do go. In fact, I have a tip to share with you that was given to me
It is a few weeks now since I met up with Annie for a wander around Hinton Ampner, a National Trust house just outside Petersfield (in fact it is where we were when we stumbled upon Cheesefoot Head which I wrote about last month) . I hadn’t been to the house before but Annie knew