Giving the Volvo a Proper Outing Today I gave my trusty old Volvo 2.5 a proper workout, driving across the country via Cirencester and eventually returning home via the M5, making a journey of 258 miles. The Volvo is at its best on long journeys. Once it gets going, it seems perfectly happy to continue for hours, and I have to say I rather enjoy the experience of driving a car that has been...
I had a private meeting this morning with someone whose identity, together with the substance of our actual conversation, will remain confidential. Suffice it to say that we share certain interests in building community spirit and encouraging people to become more involved in the lives around them. I went along with a number of thoughts in my mind, some reasonably well developed and others still...
I was up until 1.30 this morning, not because I couldn't sleep, but because I experienced one of those sudden bursts of inspiration when ideas arrive in such rapid succession that it seems a pity to interrupt them by going to bed. The subject, once again, was my developing Somer Valley Diary website. I found myself writing the remaining pages, refining the structure and sending my web developer...
My goodness, what a day it has turned out to be! One of those days when you start off with no particular expectations and return home having discovered something new, achieved something useful and enjoyed one of the oldest pleasures known to mankind. It was a day that began among the market stalls of Midsomer Norton and ended with us sitting in the gathering darkness, contemplating the glowing...
Learning to Choose the Right People — Even in My Eighties Last Saturday, Françoise and I met someone with whom I hope to develop the website for my proposed three-towns community project, together with its accompanying directory of organisations and events. I have always found it interesting how we are drawn towards certain people, sometimes without being able to explain precisely why. On this...
I am beginning to crank up the gears on my latest project, and I notice a considerable change in my attitude since my involvement with Chard. On that occasion, I was concerned about how people would respond to my efforts. This time, I am much less concerned. My responsibility is simply to do the best I can. I regard myself rather like an artist, painting a picture not with oils or watercolours,...
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