Following government guidelines: • I only go out to write one word for an hour • I practice the absolute necessity of being distant social

Radio silence is over...

Running, love it or hate it, it's good for you. Get out and give it a go, it will clear your head so that you can crack on with work

I love, love LOVE the summer hols. I hide the clock along with the routine until September. Mondays become fundays: a chance to have an...

I had a to-do list as long as my arm, a fist full of targets I aimed to hit. Blogs to write, a chapter to round off with a fabulously...

Sshhhhhhhhh Over half way through May already, how did that happen? I’ve been so wrapped up in the At Maria’sproject...

At last, we’ve sailed into peaceful waters, in fact waters so still, that on Thursday whilst running along the coast path, they resembled...

Pull up a chair, let’s have a chat – a food chat. Shall I go first (confession time, if you like)? I’ll admit, that when working –...

Let me start by warning you that I have a very bad case of January-itis. I feel a bit Eeyore, and apologise for such an rubbish start to...

Merry Christmas dear reader, I hope it’s a good one without any tears, or should that be fears. Hey ho, (ho ho). So are you ready, have...

These words are coming to you live from the moan zone, I’m doing one finger tired-typing, think I’ve turned squirrel and should be...

I love the summer holidays, especially the no-clocks-ness of it all. Six whole weeks with no one giving a monkeys if or when we get up....

I started out writing this determined not to mention the J-word, but just look at my title. I can’t talk frightening without using the J...

I’m one of life’s giver-uppers, a-path-of-least-resistance person. It’s always easier to walk up the hill, instead of run it, make a cup...

(Pembrokeshire's 'Top of the World' as opposed to Hampshire's) It’s half-term and not a standard one, heaven sent heat: real, bright blue...

(This is what the top of the world looks like) I’m on my eighth chocolate digestive and still nothing. I’ve drunk so much tea I can hear...

Today is a momentous day, one to jot down in the old diary and shed a tear over in a few decades time. It was the last, and I do mean the...

Got any, dear reader? (I’m optimistic there must be one of you out there). It’s a good thing isn’t it determination, I think we’re all...

Yet another soggy Sunday. The sun has done a disappearing act – and I’m beginning to forget what blue sky looks like. It’s been so wet...