So, Sunday is Father’s Day

I’ve always had mixed feelings about Father’s Day. I guess that comes from my mum who used to say that Mother’s Day (and thus, by inference, Father’s Day) was a carriage full of retired shoemakers (that’s a load of old cobblers for those who don’t geddit)....

A lesson from the grave

Or at least from the grave diggers! I was out on my morning constitutional walk in a comparatively small town when I passed the local cemetery and noticed the guys at work. They were preparing a grave for an internment later that day. As is my habit, I stopped for a...

Roadside stops

It hadn’t struck me, till I pulled into a roadside rest area the other day, that they were ideal paces for locally owned and operated coffee carts to offer an alternative to the multinationals at the mega service stations. When you offer, great service, novel...