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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 entitled 'Blondie'. It looked nutty and friendly but alas it was a sugar bomb and I could only eat a couple of mouthfuls. Monday was clean op day and although it was after midday...

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 the garden still sticks in my craw. I think it is very unfair for one time visitors but for us locals it gives 12 months unlimited entry.         Wood chip used...

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 they will tell the truth. Unfortunately in this day and age (and probably in all days and ages) there are some who for various reasons do not tell the truth. Perhaps it is the...

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 nowhere' thunderstorm followed  by hail. I turned off my computer just for extra safety. Francoise can only plant on certain days according to her calendar so she is frustrated. She...

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 now? Martin was a rebel against the church of which he was a part. He gave me much of what I now hold dear and which keeps me on the spiritual path. To this day I have a binder's...