Shelley's House

  I can't believe I haven't shown you my knitted fish - it's a herring, to be more specific. Others who have been knitting fish ...

I first met Murder on the Home Front as a Netflix programme, which I really enjoyed. It plays up a potential romance between the author and ...

I'd not appreciated Durham is a World Heritage Site, though I have visited Durham Cathedral and appreciated the view from its rooftop. O...

Some of my (distant) cousins and I get together via email occasionally to share any small new finds - we found most of the major stuff - and...

 I've just finished a book that I found very moving. Threads of Life by Clare Hunter speaks about not just historical sewing but about ...

I was reading yet another Lord Peter Wimsey novel one night last week when I came across a reference to old British money: £ s d. The first ...

We took a five mile walk the other day and happened to pass Preston Cemetery, which was closed a few weeks ago. We've both enjoyed runs ...

This is my final post about our last weekend of freedom before life changed so drastically. We were attending the Long Distance Walkers'...

So, I've been busy this past month, since my last post. Doing what, you ask? Well, according to my photographs, my WI craft group was ma...

I just realised I don't think about my Dad so much as I once did, which makes me sad. It also seems rather odd since I work at finding h...

On the 13th of February 2019 I attended my citizenship ceremony, the final step in becoming a citizen of Britain. There were also two...