And the Dogs Came Too! Dog Walking in Brixham Bay’s beautiful Battery Gardens.

A few photos taken early January. My 2 youngest grandchildren had a ball of a time!

Below: not my dog, but having a soft spot for this breed, an inquisitive golden retriever, just had to snap him.

Grandson leads the troupe up the hill. Fabulous views across Brixham outer harbour and the lighthouse.

Above: Off they go: in search of my dogs, Lucy and Rosie who are obviously on a dog-mission to find the sea.

Lucy, Rosie! Have you enjoyed your adventure?

How easily a child’s mind is stimulated: playing outside. Fun, imagination running wild… is it a war bunker, or maybe a fairy cave?

And through the bare branches of the trees, you’ll always see the sea. Brixham.

An archway! Let’s go…

And nobody wanted to go home!


Oh to be a youngster again! Brings back memories.

Outdoor fun. How I played as a child of the fifties.

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Joys of Spring…in January!


SPRING has jumped the gun in many parts of the country, as flowers blossomed some bumblebees began buzzing months ahead of schedule.

close up of bee on purple flower

A HUGE bumble buzzed right past my ear the other day. I ducked and swerved to avoid her landing on my rosy red cheek…might have thought me an early flowering spring bloom! I adore bees, even though one stung me, twice, as a child. Yes, twice. I was about 10 years old. Practicing handstands on the front lawn. And yes, shocked the hell out of an unsuspecting busy bee gathering nectar from a red clover. Stung on the palm, as I stood up, she buzzed her way up my long sleeve and then stung me again; just to make sure I didn’t miss her anger the first time. Something magical and mysterious about our bees.

Anyway…more than 64 records of early spring activity has been received by the Woodland Trust – the earliest in November.

The Trust encourages members of the public to send sightings of early spring activity through its Nature’s Calendar scheme.

Below: Photo taken by me

IMG_1358-EFFECTSMild conditions have seen flowers blooming this month (January), with insects temporarily disturbed from hibernation over winter. I have a couple of climbing roses still in bloom, and keep flowering each time I dead head them.

A small tortoiseshell butterfly was spotted flying outdoors on Christmas Day in Merthyr Tydfil, Wales, and a red-tailed bumblebee was seen on Boxing Day in Somerset.

Meanwhile a red admiral was seen on December 17 in Cambridgeshire, five months ahead of schedule. The average date for snowdrops to appear is February 5, but there are 24 records of them flowering more than a month ahead of this – the earliest of which was in Southampton on November 30: according to local news.

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And, though hazel trees (also my favourites) usually flower in early March, there have been 23 hazel records already, with the first on December 1. Even birds are ahead of the times – song thrushes have been heard in 11 places since December, despite the fact that they are expected to start their dawn chorus in March (besides my early morning wake up alarm clock… songbirds…bringing spring into my bedroom – and does help my S.A.D).

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This month, snowdrops have already been seen in Yorkshire, Cumbria, Northumberland and Cornwall (I haven’t spotted any on my dog walk in Brixham Bay, as yet). Hazel flowered in Gloucestershire and Oxfordshire…I may have to visit my local Garden Centre. Quite fancy a quirky shaped hazel tree. Catkins remind me of lambs tails.

Nature’s Calendar data shows buds are bursting into leaf earlier and leaves falling much later, backing up Met Office research suggesting the plant-growing season has extended by a month. I’ve noticed in my own gardens this to be the case.

Dr Kate Lewthwaite, of the Woodland Trust, said, ‘The more data we have, the better we will understand the effects of warm winters, cold snaps and heatwaves.’ Can’t argue with that.

Memories of an English childhood nursery rhyme I sang at primary school, suddenly flood my thoughts: after more than sixty years:

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Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,

And pretty maids all in a row


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Boxing Day At The Beach. And the Dogs Came Too! #Devon

Today, I’m at Broadsands Beach enjoying Devon’s warm sunshine. It’s Boxing Day, and me loyal dogs came too.

Sharing an hour of beautiful warm sunshine, and o’course a paddle. Wellies proved to be warm and watertight. Mind you, I did have me winter-warm boot socks on.

A few photos I thought I’d share with you all. The sky was a pretty blue. I could feel the sun’s warmth on my face (well, I do look a little rosie-cheeked).

Meet Lucy and Rosie. My 2 loyal cocker spaniels.



Besties. Never far apart.

I was quite surprised at how warm the sea felt ~ ‘deep’ in winter.

Should’ve brought me bucket. Seaweed’s good for the garden.

Below: who on earth are those giants, in the sand?

Me wellies proved to be 100% waterproof.

Just look at that beautiful sky.

A sandy beach. Clear water. And warm-ish even in winter.

I saw 3 (or was it 4) ships a-sailing.

And only 5 minutes from where we live. Heavenly, isn’t it?

I love a paddle.

Rosie. Loves to run ‘free’ off the lead, at the beach.

Together… picture says it all.

Wow!  A great photo shot! Just look at that reflection. (Now framed on my wall)

Here’s those wellies, again!

And another brilliant photo… Lucy. Note the reflection in the sand. Might frame this one. (And yes, I did frame it. Now hung on me wall)

A fabulous morning. Certainly topped up my serotonin.

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Have you eaten Granny?


Hopefully NOT! But, people might think you have if you forget a simple comma. ‘Have you eaten, Granny?’ Sounds a lot better. Don’t you agree? Or maybe you did eat Granny *laughs* ~ joking, naturally.

Language is what makes us human. As the philosopher, Bertrand Russell, remarked one day: ‘No matter how eloquently a dog may bark, he cannot tell you that his parents were poor but honest. Only language can do that.’

Language is also power, and how we use it defines us. Think of Winston Churchill: ‘I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.’

And since the way we use language tells the world so much about us, it’s worth getting it right. Especially important as a writer. I’m a perfectionist. I edit and re-edit a zillion times, before sending my manuscript off to my publishers. There are NO typos in my books. Go on, check for yourselves: The Adventures of Eric Seagull ‘Storyteller’ 3-book-series


I’m a punctuation perfectionist. (That doesn’t mean to say I always get it right, but I always aim to).

As a child, I would often read (yes) read the Oxford Dictionary. So many words…I found fascinating. My eldest daughter often says, ‘why use that word when something simple will do?’ BECAUSE MY LOVELY DAD DID IT ALL THE TIME! When she asks, ‘what does that mean’ (and she’s nearly 42). Cough! Get a grip. Why use simple words…when a more complicated word slips so easily off the tongue… sighs! My lovely dad taught me so much. And like a sponge, I soaked it up.


Words have always fascinated me. So many meanings. When I lived at home with my parents, my dad liked nothing more than to stay up until 2am playing scrabble. I often won. He challenged most of my words. ‘Fair play’ he would nod, before heading off to bed.

I believe that people with better English skills are healthier and live longer lives because they (we) can understand and communicate better with doctors, nurses, and carers. And, alarmingly, good english is under threat. I blame most (not all) of this on mobile phone text messages! What kind of language is that? I write a text message in full, and with (ahem) commas!

Shut Up!

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And it is not only children. Three-quarters of adults now use emojis to communicate with one another. If a small digital image – designed by someone else and generated for you (reader) – can express how you feel, who needs words? I DO!

Punctuation is essential to clear communication. Without punctuation, no one knows what’s going on. It is crucial…but the rules are changing. Spelling is important today in a way that it wasn’t when Shakespeare was a boy. My main character in my 3-book-series could do with a few English lessons. But then, he isn’t human, is he? No. He’s a Brixham seagull, for heaven’s sake. But, a clever one. Reporter for the Brixham Times newspaper, indeed. You can take a peep at my books, just click the link: Amazon Book Page    

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Grammar isn’t set in stone. Once upon a time, to split an infinitive was wrong, wrong, wrong. Since the coming of Star Trek in 1966, promising ‘to boldly go where no man has gone before’, we’ve all been at it. So to speak!

Well, not all of us! A few!

The rules may change, but it is important to know then, nonetheless.


IN TEXTS and tweets and even emails, some people seem to think any punctuation unnecessary. WRONG! It may take you marginally less time to write, but it will almost certainly take the intended recipient marginally longer to absorb. That is why, for example, (smiles now) (i.e) or even (e.g) – in the age of the telegram, when you paid for each word used, senders were ready to pay to include the word STOP if it helped make their message more comprehensible. I remember when my dad received a telegram on Christmas Eve (when I was young and only 21) informing him his mother, my Gran, had passed away.

In a nutshell, in contemporary written English full stops are used: (take a breath)

  1. To mark the end of a sentence that is a complete statement: You are reading my book. Thank you. (one hopes)
  2. To mark the end of a group of words that don’t form a conventional sentence, so as to emphasise a statement: You are reading my book. My book. Wow. Thank you.
  3. In some abbreviations, for example, Jan., if a full stop comes at the end of a sentence, you don’t need to add another full stop.


THIS won’t take long; it’s important, believe me.

Read that last sentence out loud and you should see exactly what the semi-colon is doing. It’s providing a pause that is longer and more significant than a comma, and less abrupt and intrusive than a full stop.

For those who relish nuance in their punctuation it’s the go-to punctuation mark. I love the semi-colon; for my money, it’s undervalued and underused. Many haven’t a clue when to use it, of course. Smiles broadly.

It should be used between two main causes that balance each other – or contradict each other – but are too closely linked to be written as separate sentences: I love my dog; she loves me. Yes, she does.

You must use a semi-colon when a comma is replacing a full stop in a quotation, or a quotation is linking two separate sentences: ‘I’m so sorry to have to tell you this,’ he said; ‘your cat has croaked.’

‘Would you like her cremated?’ his assistant inquired; ‘we have a special offer this month.’

2015-02-01 13.37.19With me thus far? Lips are getting dry. Nips out to put the kettle on.

I’m back in the, er, room. 

Semi-colons come in handy, too, with lists, when a comma alone is not up to the job.


THINK of it as a pair of binoculars place vertically on the table. The binoculars (bins, ahem) will remind you of the colon’s core purpose. It is there to help you look ahead. I LOVE A COLON.

The colon does not separate or stop (like the comma, semi-colon, or full stop): it introduces what lies ahead: it takes you forward.

You can use the colon for three principal tasks:

  1. To introduce a list: Five people walk into a bar: an Englishman, an Irishman, a Scotsman, a bishop, and an actress.’ No, it’s not a dirty joke I’m about to tell you all…though I know a man who would.
  2. To introduce direct speech: “The barman asks: ‘Is this some kind of joke?”’
  3. To introduce an explanation or summary of the first part of the sentence or to take it further in some way: “There are two problems with this joke: it is teetering on the edge of political incorrectness and it isn’t funny.’


ACCORDING to every public opinion survey, the misplaced apostrophe – are the two linguistic horrors that distress most of us the most. Probably authors.

LOOK around you as you walk down any street and they hit you in the face like a series of Smokin’ Joe Frazier’s left hooks. They’re unbearable – and everywhere. Incredibly, not everyone feels the same way.

My cuppa tea’s gettin’ cold – slurps! Translated – My cup of tea is cold.

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Time…to sit and stare

I thought I’d share this poem with you today. How often do we take time to sit and stare, and take in the natural beauty all around us? Most of the photos are my own.

What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs and stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty’s glance, and watch her feet, how they can dance.



No time to wait till her mouth can enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.

By William Henry Davies.

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img_1735A poem a day.

Christina Rosetti – Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me our future that you plann’d:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember , do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you remember and be sad.




A Poem a day…so they say.

img_1735‘Tis said, ‘a poem a day keeps dementia at bay’ ~ I read in my local newspaper this morning.

‘At whatever age you are,’ according to a professor, ‘you still have the capacity to learn new things if you put your mind to it. There’s no shortage of brain cells as you grow older.’ Well, I have to agree with him on that one.

And here’s one to get you started:

William Shakespeare – Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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