Today's posts

After all the Christmas festivities and with the end of the year upon us, here is a poem that is suitably light-hearted. It is ‘Henry Jackson’.  Henry was an insurance agent’s dream!  

‘The Tall Girl’ finished last week so now we go to pastures new. Today I am posting the first of the ‘Letters from Berringford’.  These were written in the 1970s from a Somerset village where the Mendip Hills look across the fields to the sea.  The first letter is ‘Trees’.