Bird-watching and grief

I love watching birds. We can just see the hills of the Staffordshire Moorlands from our upstairs windows, and there’s a big country park across the road, plus we are literally on the edge of the town and the countryside then leads into the Peak District National Park. So there should be lots of birds…

2017 news and 2018 updates

(News and pix) And so it ends – another year, a mixed bag of joys and sorrows, challenges and monotony, highs and lows that make up daily life. It was a particularly full year for me. It started with a trip to Malta, then in the following months, while John visited his family in Australia,…

The pausing of grief

I wrote about the relentless waves of grief in my book, but as ever, there is another side. Waves move incessantly, but they not only push forward, but sometimes they draw back. Sometimes the wind and unseen forces drive the waves so they crash  loudly foaming on the shore. Other times they arrive at the…