An interesting ride? I wouldn’t bank on it.

At work, they (yes, those mysterious "they") are trialling a new set of group email addresses so for a couple of days there have been these emails arriving telling us that they are trialling a new set of group email addresses. They are dynamic apparently, these email addresses, so when new members of staff join … Continue reading An interesting ride? I wouldn’t bank on it.

STOP! Memories of a Lollipop Man.

As I have written before in this here blog, when I used to work in an office, a real office that is not the small 'office' bedroom at the back of the house, my route walking to work took me through Chesham Cemetery. At either end of the cemetery there is a busy road but … Continue reading STOP! Memories of a Lollipop Man.

Not the Chelsea Flower Show.

Welcome aboard, we're going on a journey… When I was 9 or 10 or so years old, the school library contained a small set of softback books about notable ships. Amongst the titles as I recall were Titanic, Royal Sovereign, Cutty Sark and Gipsy Moth IV. Recalling now from this distance in time is a … Continue reading Not the Chelsea Flower Show.

Chesham Morning.

With apologies to Joni Mitchell… Woke up, it was a Chesham morning, and the first thing that I heard, was that noisy prick on a moped, and I mouthed a few choice words, and he came tearing up the road, at well over 30 miles an hour. Won't you go away, you've ruined my day, … Continue reading Chesham Morning.

Below the Salt, above Expectations.

We went to see Steeleye Span in concert at Chesham's Elgiva Theatre the other night, a small group of us. It was a fantastic concert. I didn't take any photos - yeah, I know, if there aren't photos on Facebook (or WordPress) then it never happened, right? I didn't take any photos because I was … Continue reading Below the Salt, above Expectations.

Set the controls for the heart of the Sun

Further to my piece about things that you have to be in the right place at the right time to see... Yesterday as I was walking to work through the cemetery I stopped and looked behind me to look at the Sun. Not directly, never look directly at the Sun and now I've turned into … Continue reading Set the controls for the heart of the Sun

The quality of music is not strained. It rumbles as the gentle train to Chesham.

At one point I realised that I had a great big foolish grin on my face. I was singing along, even to the Italian songs, well, as much as I could remember. I was carried away with the euphoria of it all. This was the music I had listened to on my trusty Dansette all those years ago. This was the music I loved.