AN AUTUMN WALK FROM HARLINGTON

As the early morning Autumn mist showed signs of clearing with the promise of a fresh clean day I set out from the Village Centre and soon found myself in the countryside.  The ground was steaming as the sun dried the dew and a red kite circled overhead. As with so many of my local…

And this is why it is called “Talbothays”

  From the age of 19 when I first married and left home I have moved house many times and never really settled.  I always said that when I found somewhere I felt content I would name my house “Talbothays”.  The name was chosen from one of my favourite Hardy novels, “Tess of the D’Urbevilles”. …

A Walk from Harlington: Sharpenhoe, Spring and a Secret Place

    Leaving Harlington On this beautiful spring morning the lovely T and myself set foot from our home in Harlington on one of my favourite rambles around the area. There is something intoxicating about inhaling the air on a morning such as this and we felt that the chores could wait and we must be…