countryside – Helen Glynn Jones

The Old Oak Tree

There’s an ancient oak tree not far from my house. Standing at the end of a residential street, bigger than a house and taking up a huge piece of land, it has watched over the hillside for at least three hundred years, if the size of it is anything to go by. It’s obviously beenContinue reading “The Old Oak Tree”

Living La Vida Lockdown

(If the Ricky Martin song is now in your head, sorry for the earworm.) It’s a funny old time, this lockdown. Bringing up lots of memories, days past relived, choices assessed, plans made for going forwards. Time has no meaning, any more – the days punctuated only by the alarm going off in the morning,Continue reading “Living La Vida Lockdown”