Once upon a time there were Three Little Boys. Jason, Jay and Bobby
Jason is tiny and not yet two. Jay is little and nearly six. Bobby is huge and nearly 78. Jason doesn’t say much. He wouldn’t yet, would he? Thinks a lot. Jay is the live-wire that Bobby was told he was when he was Jay’s age. Bobby has never grown up and talks too much. (more…)
Many of our stories are written straight off the cuff and are then refined. Changed a little. Sometimes, the final version is quite different to the original idea. On rare occasions, where a lot of emotion is involved, it seems best to just write it while the state of mind exists and just tidy up the grammar.
Trigger was written on a phone sitting on a stile by a railway line. Tears splashed off the phone as the emotions got the better of him. Numerous mistypes have been corrected, but otherwise this is exactly what he wrote sitting on that stile.
Bertie: “It’s too bleedin ‘ot!”
Bobby: “I know, Bertie. It might help if you took that scarf off!”
Bertie: “No way. I’d feel naked without it.”
Bobby: “You would be!” (more…)
Was it the “Greatest Day” again so soon after the last one? “Greatest days” come in all shapes and sizes. In football terms, it could be England 1966. Or East Preston Under 10s in 2019. And who could forget Sutton United just a few weeks ago! But now we celebrate with Worthing Town Ladies Football Club. (more…)
Far From the Madding Crowd: Part 1. Wisley.
Far From the Madding Crowd at Wisley Gardens. Book your online ticket early. The timed slots soon get filled up. Choose an early one to avoid car park bedlam. But don’t be deterred, later is OK if you are patient. Late afternoon is a lovely time to go, and the gardens close at 18.00. (more…)
Amber was Diddley’s eldest daughter. A top photographer in London, she lived for a time in a loft apartment at 31 Fournier Street. A tall 400 year old former Huguenot weaver’s house. Owned by Rodney Archer. A true character of Spitalfields. Bobby and Diddley’s granddaughter Layla became very close to Amber and stayed many times with her at 31 Fournier Street. She often met Rodney and his cat Fitzroy. And, on occasion, went with Amber to stay on her houseboat on the River Orwell at Pinmill in Suffolk.
John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebration of the English countryside and sorrows at its disruption. How familiar is that with the 21st Century?
He died impoverished in a lunatic asylum and it was only in more recent times in the late 20th Century that his work was recognised for being as great as it is. Maybe it’s the times we live in that it has taken nearly 200 years, and still bemoan what we continue to lose in the English countryside. (more…)
Yes! We saved the Moon Daisies again. This time in May/June 2021. By “we”, we mean collectively all those who cared about, were disappointed by or, in our case, dismayed that once again our memory of Diddley loving the Moon Daisies had been besmirched by Surrey County Council (SCC). (more…)
Bertie: “Wake up, Hefyn! we are going back to Wales. I am on holiday with Bobby and the other bears. You are narrator. Over to you mate.”
Hefyn: “Aahhh, boyo. I have been waiting for this! You did that fantastic walk round Strumble Head last October and now we can share it with our readers. If you haven’t been to Pembrokeshire, make sure you do before you snuff it. It’s glorious. Has the best beaches in the world. The most wonderful islands and wildlife. It might rain now and again, but that’s why it is so beautiful. Next week we will tell you all about where Bobby and the bears are staying. But for now, here is one of the best walks in Wales and, therefore, the world.”
(have a lovely day)
A Welsh Walk around Strumble Head
This walk is glorious. Even the car parking space is extra special. Being directly opposite the memorial to the Welsh poet Dewi Emrys. The words on the memorial translated are:
The lane leads to the Youth Hostel, with reputedly the finest view of any hostel in Britain.
The walk starts at the coast path sign at the entrance to the hostel. It’s then coast path with the sea on the left all the way to Strumble Head.
Watch the light phases. They tell mariners which lighthouse they are seeing the light from:
On top of Garn Fawr
A panorama from Garn Fawr:
And back to the car. We really liked the following description of virtually the same walk without the Youth Hostel, but parking at Strumble head. Beautiful photography.
Lighting a Candle for Diddley