Today I went to a knitting friend’s house, J lives on a 1930s estate, it is well spread out, windy roads, cul de sacs, and heavy traffic on the approaches to the estate. Not the first visit but each time I’m hopelessly lost, either going there or leaving there. Now, I can hear shouts of… Continue reading An achievement
Last week we made our way to Cambridgeshire to attend the funeral for DH’s 105 year old aunt, a time,to learn about her life which began in North East Italy, she was the third child and first girl in a family of ten. She had to leave school at 12, secondary education had to be… Continue reading Early September musings.