So me & B were giving a lift to Son to get him to work. Driving along, Son told us about an old schoolmate of his who had got into a fight outside a Preston nightclub early on Saturday morning and was now in a coma, on life support and unlikely to pull through. “Don’t

Why I Love Living Here….

Just before teatime, I was outside, chucking some stale bread into the field for the crows to get rid of. There was a bit of a hubbub audible from the crow colony at the top of the ruined castle; that was suddenly broken by a high-pitched whistling “Pweeeh!Pweeeeh!” of a buzzard. Then the buzzard appeared