Writing For Joy

Last week it was my husband's birthday. In the morning I thought of asking him if he would like us to go to Whinlatter Forest for a sho...

Where am I? Am I inside looking out, or outside looking in? Looked at philosophically, profound questions. I know the religious answers and...

Things aren't always what they seem to be. We usually look at things from our own perspective. We may see ourselves as being successfu...

Barrow-in-Furness Barrow seems to get a lot of stick. To hear certain statistics you might be forgiven for thinking it is definitely a n...

One of those days! At my age, I count each day as important. Today is memorable indeed. Why? A totally frustrating day but finally, after mu...

As Time Goes By — the changing scene. We have lived in the market town of Ulverston twenty-five years. Before that we were less than fo...

I admit I am not good at recognising most things to do with nature. I tend to soak in the beauty and wonder of it all rather than add to my...