From the Desk of Bee Drunken

The seasons have gone by faster than usual this year , my daughter said to me as we were walking down a narrow, mud-slippery lane.    Not q...

From the sculpture gallery at Chatsworth  Many bloggers (who I greatly admire) have explained that their blog is a space for counting ...

My youngest daughter at Chatsworth  An entire season of months has ebbed, and so many thoughts and experiences have just dried up and b...

It seems like about a minute ago that we were plunging into summer . . . and now August is already looming. So many important experiences ...

Today is my oldest daughter’s “golden” birthday: She is seventeen on the 17th of June. We moved to England when I was 7 months pregnant ...

Despite the intermittent rain, June is bustin' out all over here in our little West Berkshire corner of England. May is usually my bu...

Next week I am taking a group of students to see the theatrical production of War Horse and to visit the Classic War Stories for Children ...