The night was cold and frosty,
There’s no more to tell.
(A Frosty Night by Robert Graves)
This is a post I should have published on 16th December 2016 as that was Local Charities Day, however the best of intentions always seem to end up getting slightly skewed and so here I am posting it two weeks later. However, I am still posting it, it is still relevant, and with the New Year upon us it is perhaps even more relevant that I get it ‘out there’.
With all apologies for the tardiness set to one side, I would like to take the opportunity to tell you all about a local charity that I think is fabulous and to give you a few reasons for choosing to donate your time and/or money to Local Charities as well as, or instead of, the large nationals.
“But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence”
The Sound of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel
Do you know what the sound of silence actually sounds like? I’m not talking about the exceptionally brilliant Simon and Garfunkel classic, we all know what that sounds like. I do mean the sound silence makes.
In a nod to my Neapolitan Heritage I asked for all four of the Neapolitan Novels by Elena Farrante for Christmas last year. Continue reading “Am Reading”
A child’s active creativity begins at a very early age. Practically from birth we encourage them to connect with the human beings who surround them. We convince ourselves that their poo face is actually an expression of delight. We marvel at how clever they are when they chew on the corner of the rug, or when they manage to pull themselves to standing.
Last week featured Apple Day, a celebration of all things apple (just to clarify we are talking about the crunchy variety not the tech giant), so yesterday we decided to venture to Glastonbury and participate in the National Trust’s Apple Picking Event at the foot of Glastonbury Tor. It appears though that we were a little late for it as by the time we arrived the promised apple activities (apple pressing, apple art etc) were nowhere to be seen.