Thrift Radiates Happiness

When I was first told about the art instillation Thrift Radiates Happiness I will confess that I didn’t pay much attention. As usual my mind would have been on other things such as cake or such other nonsense. But upon meeting my friend Pam for coffee and hearing her rave reviews not only of the…

Flicking through Old Photos

I found a whole load of photo files the other day whilst looking through some old memory sticks, there are literally hundreds of photos varying from my house in Horsehay to my time at the farm. It was odd going through each photo and deciding whether to keep or delete and it invoked many memories,…

Haunted!

I started working at Madeley Court in the late October of 2001, I remember the time of year as there were a score of carved pumpkins dotted around the hotel and in particular I remember the glowing faces watching you from the first floor landing as you crossed the courtyard to get to your car…

The Stately Homes of England

I am lucky enough to live in Shropshire; I love the fact that even though I live in the centre of the town I am only 5 minutes away from fields, woodland, the outdoors and Country Estates. The later are some of my favourite things to visit in the World, and I think my passion…

Sunday Stroll

We decided to take a stroll on Sunday, so after a hearty brunch of bacon, egg, sausage, mushroom and toast. Off we strolled from Burcot heading down to Wrockwardine. I love Wrockwardine; the village is nothing special and most people use it as a short cut through from the old A5 through toWellingtonor Admaston. Wrockwardine,…

Thoughts from a sober mind

We have finally finished emptying boxes of my Mothers belongings. After my rather defiant rants previously of not wanting anything that belonged to my Mother I will admit I relented and have a small box of memories, photographs, letters and cards. I will admit that the boxes my brother and I sorted through evoked memories…

Brief Moments

So the 2012 challenge has been going great guns! I spent Sunday afternoon with my Dad who regaled me with tales of his childhood, of my grandparents and of family members that are sadly no longer with us.  I found out myNanwas born in 1930 and was one of 11 children and was born in…

A brief memory

Isn’t it funny what triggers a memory? I today have sat in a pub and found myself drinking Peroni beer, I haven’t drunk this in what seems like eons and when I fist tasted it I was in a tiny Italian in Kensington.   The taste reminded me of the atmosphere, of the conversation I…