The Hearth of Mopsus

Although I have said I wouldn't post here unless there was something definite to post about, and the days since I got back from leave ha...

When this blog passed its 2000th post I said I wasn't going to be striving to find something to say every other day, as I had in the pas...

It was pretty similar to last year in terms of numbers, the Cribbage and Midnight very much the same, 8am a bit down, and 10am a bit up. The...

I have no idea why my Mum decided to use a recent letter to describe how it was that she and Dad came to live in the house in Bournemouth th...

Strangely, perhaps, for someone who has such an interest in history, I rarely look back at my own, or devote much time to thinking about it....

A little while ago S.D. told me of the traumatic experience a group of friends had suffered when attempting to go to church the Christmas-b...

A trip to Dorset to see my family can involve going to Poole Cemetery to tidy up my grandparents' and father's graves: Mum would do ...

In our family Badbury Rings is the go-to place for a picnic, and Wednesday found me, my mum and sister there, reliving long-ago times and wa...

Taken shakily on my phone - I discovered I'd brought the camera bag with me but not the camera itself! - these photos are not spectacula...

In fact Halloween night was wet and windy at Swanvale Halt and keeping the lanterns lit was no easy task. By the time I set out for the chur...

It was a chance for a last Summer day out for my sister's family. They were intending to go for a walk along the cliff paths around Wort...

What a lot I managed to do during my week off. Resisting my natural instinct just to lie in a darkened room for five days, I amassed a pleas...

The infants school have removed the last of their pandemic measures and that means they’ve returned to activities that mix year groups. Yest...

My trip to Somerset with my mum last Tuesday solved one mystery: the building we always referred to in my childhood as 'Lady Hobhouses...

Like everyone else I haven't been very far lately so sitting with my mum in her garden (well, she sat inside the conservatory) and then ...

This green lozenge is one of the landscapes of my childhood, Turbary Common on the north side of Bournemouth. Today I was visiting my mother...

Now we are allowed to meet someone we don't live with in a private garden, I felt emboldened to visit my mum for the first time in mont...