Become better, not bigger.

Look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves … … a problem shared is a problem solved … …time is the greatest gift, once given it is never recouped … … If you do nothing, nothing is what remains … … The first step to change is acceptance … … the greatestContinue reading “Become better, not bigger.”

Be like Greta.

Last night I was watching TV., a BBC programme, all about an 18yr old environmental activist named Greta Thunberg, the show was entitled “A Year to Change the World.” What strikes me about this young lady is her utmost dedication. During ‘the show’ we see her visit Poland, a monumental coal mine where we hear pointsContinue reading “Be like Greta.”

Happiness

‘I remember that song …’ I thought to myself. We all know how it works don’t we? You realise that the tune on the radio has taken us back to somewhere. Usually a special “somewhere.” Or it may be a shout-out from the DJ – ‘any requests’?  We recall our favourites. These days I even findContinue reading “Happiness”

It happens, get over it

Growing up in ’50s West Australia, I recall most days were happy, full of fun with two brothers not much younger than me. There’s no doubt our parents, recent immigrants found those early years pretty tough. No promise of prosperity. Dad moved quite a bit with work which meant we moved house often, never settling.Continue reading “It happens, get over it”

The lessons of the past

Britain’s tribal inhabitants first arrived sometime during the 2nd century. A time of identity, belonging and ownership. There were unseen lines of territory leading to tribal disputes, warfare and wholesale cultural disposition. Sound familiar? Here’s an excerpt from a book by a brand new writer… = starts = The Selgovae were among the first ofContinue reading “The lessons of the past”

When our bird has flown

Growing up in Australia, I’ve known Diane Merrick’s family since I was a youngster, she and her brothers were always sharing our apple tree, the mischief. Here’s part of the story when catching up with Diane, some 15 years later: ‘So Charlie, picture this, February 1971, I’m 20 years and 3 months old, six weeksContinue reading “When our bird has flown”