Winter # 3 – The Quietly Beating Heart

Here and there amidst the silver bare winter’s landscape are vibrant reminders that the pulse of life continues through even the darkest days and the longest nights.  The berries in the hedgerows and the hips of the roses are rich and blood red with the promise of Spring……..    ALL PHOTOS © JANE MORLEY  

The Colour Purple & Red Onions

This week I was instructed by my very own Masterchef Mr H, to purchase some red onions on my weekly supermarket trip.  Yes there are indeed penalties to pay for having one’s own gourmet chef – the eternal washing up, frequent cleaning of kitchen and dreaded supermarket run to name but three. I was however…

Motorcycles, Engines and Bandits

Anyone who has read my blog posts thus far will perhaps have gathered that I have a quirky ancestry of mad people and genius inventors.  One of these,  my greatgrandfather,  was involved in the creation of the very earliest Rolls Royce cars and  it is therefore perhaps not so strange that I have a particular…

“Life is just a bowl of Cherries”

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav’nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy, Till ‘Cherry ripe’ themselves do cry.                      Thomas Campion (1567 – 1620)    …