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,

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.

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


It’s shocking how bad sheep are at making good sheep noises. The ones waking me up at 5am on the morning after our arrival in Czechia were t

Adventures with a bad back

I spent the first half of the morning at a physiotherapist’s surgery. At least, I think I did. Even now, just a few hours later, it seems li