Unthought of, though, somehow

  After driving myself half mad for the past couple of months bouncing around the empty rooms, I've bowed to the inevitable and p...

A photo of Swede Towers taken in the late 1800s It's been a long stretch - two six day working weeks followed by a seven day one. K...

On the hottest Bank Holiday Monday in living memory, my cousin and I spent a couple of hours walking along the towpath of the River Lea from...

Monday is cleaning day here at Swede Towers. Mrs S tackles all the intricate stuff - the nooks, the crannies, the out of the way crevice...

It seems I struck a chord of recognition with a few blogging chums in my last post. Space - not just the final frontier, but also the ...

55 songs in 55 days - one for every year of my life...so far. My self-imposed rules going into this series (I do like a self-imposed ...

Down the garden, over the allotments and across the marsh beyond. I always stop to look out of our bedroom window, whether I'm on ...