Have you ever stumbled across a book and been wowed by it – so much so that you want to get everyone you know to read the book? A few months ago, I saw Weep – The Irish Epidemic by
Author: byddilee
A Wonderful Paradox
The world feels upturned in more ways than one at the moment, but let’s face it, we’re lucky to be here. Seriously lucky to be here! Think about it. There are a gazillion ways to die! There’s disease, and not
Walk This Way
I find myself writing condolences messages on a daily basis at the moment, and it’s been like this for the past few weeks. It makes my heart so heavy. People are suffering. A vaccine will not prevent the grieving for
Flower Power
The first few days of February have been dreary, to say the least. Last Monday, the first day of February, was also traditionally the first day of spring (the weather did not get the memo!) I took a notion to
Your Palace or Mine?
Your Palace or Mine? You know that bit in Braveheart where Mel Gibson goes, ‘Hold, hold, hold…’ and the other army is charging towards them? The tension is building. You hardly bear it until eventually, Mel roars, ‘Now’? Well, that’s
Passing Oh Dark Hundred
Dawn and sunrise are two different things. Dawn is when we see the first rays of the sun as it rises towards the horizon. Sunrise is when the top of the sun reaches the horizon, that moment when we can
Away With the Birds
Although Lockdown has allowed many of us to reconnect with nature, I’ve always thought of myself as pretty connected already – being a gardener and having a degree in Environmental Biology. But I hold up my hand to being pretty
Lockdown Lemonade
When the world gives you lockdown, you don’t have much choice other than to make the best of it. Combined with the New Year resolutions to get fit, sunrise at 8.45 am and hard frost, and it’s a pretty potent
Goodbye 2020, Happy New Year 2021
I’ve been lazy of late… lazy with my photography, reverting to using the camera phone and the tweaking software on Instagram rather than going all out with the “big camera” and downloading it to the desktop to tweak with much
A Paid-up Member of the Living Poets Society!
If truth be told, I’m not a poet. All them odes to Daffodils and sonnets in fourth and fifth year at school put me off. I didn’t like Heaney’s “Digging” – maybe it was too familiar. I don’t know why,