The End of the PA

The village public address system has fallen silent. There used to be twice-weekly announcements over the PA telling of shop opening times,

Seasons of Change

I was looking forward to Tom’s book and CD launch. Then this virus farce-cum-Armageddon came along. In his wisdom, Tom had asked me to...

Of Martens and Men

The mystery of the foam rubber litter under the car bonnet was solved by the man at the garage. He had seen this many times before. “Kuna”.

Life with no doors

I’m listening to a Czech version of Stupid Cupid Stop Picking On Me. I am a reluctant listener, but the builders’ radio is very loud.

Build and Billed

The man who was making our new garden door phoned. He would deliver it tomorrow, mid-morning. He duly turned up at 6.30.

Wolves in the Snow

The wolves appeared last summer. It’s the first pack in Bélý for as long as anyone can remember.

The Wren and the Ghosts

As I opened the door to the kitchen corridor, the wren zipped through to the dining room at the far end, her wings purring past my ear.

Of Mice and Zen

With snow piling up in the attic, a frozen loo, holes in the wall wide enough to admit a decent sized bear, it was a proper winter.

Out in the Cold

Born with a plastic spoon rather than a silver one, I’d not had the opportunity before to see how easy it is to spend a huge amount of money

Ghosts in the Attic

The attic of our 1720 former pub yielded a few treasures, mostly buried under mounds of hay and wood, or tucked under the floorboards.

Back to School

With no internet in our damp, crumbling ruin-cum-home, I had to look for an office. The end result was a large room in Jan and Theo’s school

How to Destroy a House

When the roofers finally moved in, the moody, wet summer had turned into an even moodier, positively flooded autumn.

Burning the Witches

As you know, April 30th is the day when the winter goddess surrenders to the advancing year and allows the summer goddess to take over...