I have called my Mom the americanised version of Mum for as long as I can remember. I have also named her Martyn Feverfew, Mamushka, Ma and Marty; most of these as I grew out of childhood and entered adulthood. My Mom is an incredibly talented woman who has no idea of the range of… Read More Mothers Day – a public ode to my Mom and all Moms generally
Terry and I have had visits from the good burghers of Gradishte on a regular basis. But they have been almost exclusively the old boys of the village. Originally they came to ensure Terry didn’t make any mistakes. Eight months on they come and park themselves up to watch and wonder. Few have seen the… Read More Village ladies, James and Petes, and outbuildings
I hardly know where to begin. The abundant sunshine and azure blue skies have caused such a flurry of activities; at home and around the village. The quiet and solitude of winter is banished to be replaced by bird song, bulbs, the rhythmic thud of spade on earth and villagers voices calling over fences and offering good… Read More Too much for a title!
