This is a melancholy place. You may not know it nor feel it but there is a wry sadness here that lingers like mist in the valley. Some places are like that. There is nothing tangible, nothing that you can put your finger on. It is like entering a cool room or stepping into a […]
Category Archives: The Remains
I’ve got nowhere else to put these blogs.
Death of a Fish
The fish died last night, which is rather ironic given that he had survived three weeks without us, all alone in his bowl in the gloom with no-one to disturb his silent vigil.
Intimations of Mortality in a Garden
It’s always exciting to come back from a long trip and discover that the garden has gone slightly feral and, in our absence, has continued to grow more wildly and extravagantly than if we were here tending to it.