How I learnt to love summer

It has been the most gorgeous few days in Leeds. Temperatures have been in the late 20s and the sky has been clear and blue. I have been reveling in the weather…hopping on and off the Leeds Water Taxi, enjoying a drink on a deck chair by the canal, taking a walk as the sun…

Poetry and me

I want to use this blog to write about my love of poetry and I am going to begin with reflecting on why and also how I read poetry, and what it means to me. The context for this post is a few facts about me…I can be fast, doing lots of things at the same time. I…

The magic of a bluebell wood

It is bluebell season. Bluebells aren’t just blue of course. They are purple. Violet. Lilac. And this time of year is just the time to notice…when some lucky ancient woodlands have a short but wonderful display of these most loved of flowers. I grew up near a bluebell wood, an ancient wood, surrounded by meadows at…

I predict a Riot Grrrl

This past Saturday Leeds was host to Live at Leeds, a multi venue music festival featuring dozens of artists and genres. My overall review is simple – it was great. Well executed and lots of fun. I have been to a similar event in north London – the Camden Crawl. It works well in Leeds with…

Me and Handel’s Messiah

I went to listen to a performance of Handel’s Messiah at Leeds Minster on Good Friday. And it was great. It is a piece of music I have some history with. During GCSE Music we ‘did’ The Messiah. I remember vividly being taught about some lines that appear early on; “Every valley shall be exalted,…

“I need to walk across this town”

I am not sure how long I have really loved walking. But these days I consider walking to be one of my key hobbies, and a central part of how I keep myself well, both mentally and physically. Today I went out with my local Ramblers group. We started in the fabulously named Barwick-in- Elmet, a…

First greeting of the morning

There is a Henry Moore bronze sculpture in the centre of Leeds. It depicts a reclining woman. Until last summer I was living in Brixton, in south London, and most mornings I walked past Lambeth Town Hall. One of my former relatives was part of the committee that oversaw the building of the Town hall and…

A hair brushing mystery

Following spending this weekend in London I had an hour or so to kill before getting a train back to Leeds. Finding myself in Trafalgar Square I decided to pass through the National Gallery before finding a bus (or two as it turned out), to the station, (my love of London bus journeys perhaps being…

Highway to Hull

In February I made my first trip to Hull, aka, City of Culture 2017. It was a fabulously beautiful, albeit windy day and I got a great impression. The friend I went with had read that on arrival visitors are greeted by volunteers kitted out in a City of Culture uniform and we were not…

What can a butter bean mean?

I bought a can of butter beans tonight. I am vegetarian and I need to eat pulses, but I like them too. Lentils in curry. Kidney beans in a vegetarian mince. Cannellini beans in soup. Chick peas in houmous. But butter beans are my favourite. They are a beautiful shape. They are glossy and substantial….

C.J. Cregg and sex on TV

So 2017 started well and then disappeared under a pile of activity and ill health. Today I am resting up and I want to blog so I am thinking over some general random topics I want to write about. I got thinking about a post about The West Wing after watching the first series of the…