Highway To Hope.

It's a cold, dark, rainy early morn in the sleepy little town of Hope, British Columbia.  And I listen to the rain as it taps and dances...

Customs To Customs.

I knew it was time for me leave.  Walking by my son's bedroom door, I gently whispered, 'goodbye' to him and to Penny the Jack R...

And, Before I Go.

And, before I go, one last look, as the sun rises and shines upon my English country garden. And, before I go, one last look at the glowing ...

Blog Air: Destination Vancouver.

On Saturday, May 7, I shall be heading for Manchester airport to fly on the blogger's favourite airline, yes indeed, I'm flying on ...

A Hint Of Sunshine.

To the west, I see the setting sun.  A hint of sunshine, obscured by clouds.  And through my cloudy mind, I see my hint of sunshine, of bett...

'X' Marks The Blogspot.

I note that the 'A to Z Blogging Challenge!' , yes, complete with the exclamation mark, for dramatic impact,  is drawing to a concl...

Airing My Clean Laundry.

Ah yes, my washing machine.  I consider the friggin' thing quite agitating.  I did struggle the first time I used it.  The instructions ...