Category Archives: This Domestic Life

Ahhh – that sigh of well-being as I sluice a precious mouthful of my favourite deep black brew round my mouth and swallow, rejoicing in the slightly bitter after-taste and the caffeine high. My coffee is strong. I use two … Continue reading →

This has nothing to do with wildlife, but a lot to do with ageing.  It’s about memory, and more particularly the odd scraps and images that are to be found way down in the depths of our subconscious. It is … Continue reading →