Tasty, very, very tasty (December Reflections 26)

The 26th December Reflections prompt is right up my street: Delicious Good heavens though – what do I write about? We eat well and do ourselves proud on most days. I am a competent cook – I once earned my living, and the roof over my head, by cooking for “the Gentry”. The present Mr …

A walk on the wild side (December Reflections 25)

Today’s December Reflections prompt is: Today is… Today is (or was) a good day for a hike and a picnic. it was also a good day for laundry. I washed our bedding in readiness to depart from Sagres tomorrow, made some ham and cheese sandwiches, then pegged out my laundry and off we went – …

The name's Bond, Basildon Bond (December Reflections 24)

Today’s prompt is: Paper. My mind is as blank as that sheet of foolscap headed with my name that heralded the start of every school exam. Hmm. Paper. There isn’t much paper in my life these days. No newspapers, few physical books, I do most of my writing with electrons, can’t recall the last time …

Listen, do you wanna know a secret? (December Reflections 23)

Today’s prompt is: A Secret It’s the 23rd of December and for many individuals, it is practically Christmas. No doubt some of those individuals will be feeling quite excited at the prospect of the holiday. They may even be merry. It is no secret that in our household, we do not celebrate Christmas. We do …

Light? or Shade? (december Reflections 22: Solstice Light)

The Solstice happened a little after 4am. Let us face it, I’m just not that keen and after all, there was precious little light at that time. We did however rise uncharacteristically early and I got the laundry on then we took Nell and Dusty out for a walk. It was still early and the …

So long, ChloƩ (December Reflections 21)

The 21st December Reflections prompt is: I said Goodbye To. In my “Hello” post I wrote about the many people that we meet on our travels but noted no significant hellos in 2019. Of course when we move on there are people to say Au Revoir to — and who knows when or where we …