Grandad asleep in his ‘comfy chair’. Seven year old grandson arrives: “Grandad! Grandad! Wake up!” Grandad opens eyes lazily, “What! Where’s the fire?” Grandson: “Not…

REMEMBERING So still the morning, not a whisper from the trees, the sky hidden by a light blanket of grey cloud. All is eerily silent…

Good Morning! Yes, sometimes it is a good morning. I’m on the decking with my first coffee of the day.. The sky is clear apart…