29 October: The White Horse, Downton
5  November: The Alice Lisle, Rockford
12 November: The Red Shoot Inn, Linwood

We had a very hard core bunch of beer club members last night comprising of: Henry, Chris, Ian, Paul and myself – just the five of us.
The pub offered an excellent choice of 4 hand-pulled ales of which we sampled all! The fellow behind the bar (maybe the landlord) could not have been more helpful [...]

THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters [...]

Sunday
It was dark and excited francophone hopefuls were gathering! Miss Swire, Mrs. C and Mr. B were looking sharp
Colin – driver was there having spent the night in Ringwood at the Travel Inn to be fresh, but it was dark and there was a chill. We were loaded and off to Pompey to collect Ben  [...]

Its amaxing1 He’s still alve and a very happy little dog. He can’t even guess what his gifts from Squibby and Stig will be, but he’s
hoping for more Squeaky toys, as the house and grounds are littered with what look like ‘road kill’ old ones, empty of squeaker and fluff!

I have two particularly challenging  males in my household, both of whom seem to be suffering the teenage affliction of never listening or doing what is asked of them. Regarding one, the less said the better.
Regarding the other, I had forgotten what a challenging time it was having an under one year old dog. At [...]

Smiling workers have been engaged in a massive landscaping project, slowly freeing Holly’s home from the scraggle of trees.

A hen in Ottawa’s eastern outskirts has squeezed out an egg as heavy as a baseball.

The egg, which has a mass of 143 grams almost three times the size of a standard medium egg and within the 141-148 g range for a Major League Baseball ball was laid Friday by a red shaver hen on [...]

If you go down to the woods today ….
I was coming to the end of a long run, just north of Pitts Wood last Monday when I thought I may be suffering some form of oxygen starvation – ahead of me stood three middle aged men, stark naked, having a picnic!   I didn’t recognise them [...]