A Poem for National Poetry Day

Not one of my own but a favourite I have not shared before: The Garden by Moonlight BY AMY LOWELL A black cat among roses,  Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,  The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.  The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight,  Contented with perfume,  Dreaming the opium dreams … Continue reading A Poem for National Poetry Day

Walking the Day Away

As the sun came out I decided that Alban Elfed would be a good day to go for my first walk in the woods since Marmite died. It was a little bitter sweet but I definitely needed the fresh air and to see the start of the changing of the season for myself. Now for … Continue reading Walking the Day Away

WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 50 – Smile, Smile, Smile

Wilfred Owen is probably the best know of the WWI poets and his death, which occurred during the Allied attempt to retake the Sambre-Oise Canal just 8 days before the armistice was signed has come to symbolise the dreadful waste of war. Owen wrote the majority of his poems between August 1917 and September 1918. … Continue reading WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 50 – Smile, Smile, Smile

Thank You, David: One ugly woman’s message to David Starkey

A most excellent response to David Starkey’s appalling comments about ugly female historians:

F Yeah History

This week historian David Starkey, was quoted as saying: ‘

The only chance I have of being on TV again is if I were very ugly. I think only old, ugly women can get on TV. Like Mary Beard,

What a delight!

But it may come as a surprise to many (who have probably heard a few of my feminist rants or seen me light up your tellybox briefly, championing the women’s suffrage movement) to hear that I owe David Starkey, historian and broadcaster, a great debt.

He has been my teacher for many a year, and in the last couple of days I’ve found out that I keep learning valuable lessons from him.

So where to begin? We might as well start with a thirteen-year-old girl, who loved history, and had grown out of Horrible Histories. I found Starkey’s biography on Elizabeth I on a bookshelf…

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Farewell, Faithful Friend

Marmite, most beloved of hounds, has taken her last walk. She has been with me, faithful and true, for 13 yrs 7 months and I will miss her more than words can say. You were the best dog a girl could be blessed with, darling one, and you will live in my heart forever.  

WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 48 – Another Month of War

A look at the major events in the conflict during July 1918: July 1st The US troop transport ship USS Covington is torpedoed by German submarine U-86 off Brest, France. July 3rd Turkish Sultan Mohammed V of the Ottoman Empire dies at the Yildiz Palace in Constantinople and is succeeded by his brother Mohammed VI. … Continue reading WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 48 – Another Month of War

Today is National Writing Day

and funnily enough I'm celebrating by writing! Although I'm currently working on a first draft of an Arthurian themed novel that's been bouncing around in my head for years and now has decided its time has come I have also written something else today which I wanted to share. This poem is only on the … Continue reading Today is National Writing Day

Dobby is a Free Elf!

Or rather Carillion has made me redundant, so I am now a free human. I will miss my boss and colleagues terribly as not only were they great to work with but they believed in me at a time when I didn’t believe in myself and their confidence enabled me to find my self-confidence and … Continue reading Dobby is a Free Elf!

I still aten’t dead …

But the last eight months have been more exhausting than the previous two years and although the end is now near (there has to be a limit on how long employees can remain employed by an insolvent company) I still do not know exactly when it will be. Which means - since this level of … Continue reading I still aten’t dead …