The Leominster Morris
No, not a post about trainspotting….
Since the heady wassail season, we’ve conducted our annual hibernation, which ended on Saturday with an impromptu train trip to dance in Ludlow and Shrewsbury. 139 more words
13 hours, 7 minutes
Keep your feet
I heard the weather before I saw it. The wind blasted against my windowpane, causing it to shake and shudder. The thing about living on the fourth floor of a building, though, is that weather look worse than it actually is. 161 more words
17 hours, 24 minutes
1 day, 9 hours
Woah. You know you’re busy when you completely forget to blog for two weeks. OOPS.
Life continues to push forward at a steady pace. During the week, I find myself up to my neck in Shakespeare, Tennyson, and biographical novels. 210 more words
3 days, 16 hours