Scones and Celebrities

It’s late, I’m knackered, I doubt if I’ll ever dry out, my feet ache, and I will never be a camper. BUT – I’ve had a hell of a good time at CountryFile Live at Castle Howard yesterday and today. This post is shorter than normal, and later than normal – I’ve been a bit…

The End of the Seventeenth Century

In February 2016 I was earning next to nothing in a job that was causing me a great deal of stress. So we discussed it, my husband and I: a proper grown-up discussion. He got me to put into words what it was that I enjoyed about the job, and in fact why I felt…

It Tastes Just Like Butter

I mentioned in a previous post (‘Bunnies, ducklings, and sensible shoes’) that I volunteer with the National Trust (other heritage charities are available). For those of you not based in the UK (and there’s an increasing number of you – I’ve had visitors to my little corner of the internet from Australia, Canada, the US,…

Bunnies, ducklings and sensible shoes

With all the talk in my last post about what exactly middle-age is – and what it’s not – I wanted to tell you about my work as a National Trust volunteer… It seems to be a natural career progression for people who were teachers – at some point we become National Trust room guides…