My Somerset Life

So the lady with a full trolley was so apologetic that an item had dropped off and smashed all over the floor.  A manager came along and carefully picked out the glass shards.  He then turned up with a wet floor...

Lovely sunshine and blue skies. A cool wind so you want to stay in the sun. A visit to my acupuncturist Martin who focused on my kidney and my heart. He found an arrhythmia  in my heart and recommended I get a check up...

This is the Swallow Cafe, a facility for those who have learning difficulties. It is situated to the East of Radstock. During a break in allotment work I decided to visit it. I asked for a latte and a piece of cake...

This is obviously a picture essay. This is a picture postcard town with a long history. I will let the images speak for themselves.  There is a Cathedral with gardens as you probably know.  The £16 entrance charge for...

I and Francoise have a particular difficult problem on which pressure was being put on us to react in some manner or form. In my dealings with people I tend to assume perhaps naively that their standards are moral and...

Will it ever stop raining? It is pouring down and blowing a gale as I write. This is supposed to be spring. I know it says 'April showers' but this daily battering is too much.  During the afternoon, a sudden 'out of...

In days of yore I attended a Kensington, London SW7 church presided over by Dr. Martin Israel.  He did a three hour guided meditation between 12 and 3 on Good Fridays He accomplished this without notes. Who does this...

As my French partner Françoise continually reminds me, the influence of the french language on the English has been extensive over the centuries. If you doubt this then have a look at this significant and ever-growing...

So, today is Good Friday. I used to go to church back in the 60's when really I had no choice. Dad was the vicar and the preacher and the guardian of morals.  These days I see it more like a holiday when no one expects...