Nailing Our Colours to the Mast

Beyond thrice nine lands and under the eaves of our Hedgespoken travelling theatre housetruck the frost has been jewelling the cobwebs stitched there, and all along these cold hedgerows the gorse and holly and quiet hazels have also been royally crowned by the jewels of winter.

The course of true love… (part 2)

Life is rich. Not simple, no, not by a long shot. But it is rich.

We left you a few weeks ago waiting for word from the lorry garage that our 1966 Bedford RL was ready for collection, having been fitted with two new front brake cylinders, a freshly-welded exhaust manifold and a bevvy of adjustments, fine and crude, to the engine running…