Old Rectory

It’s a crisp morning; shafts of bright autumn light form beams across the tops of red cabbage, spent sweetcorn tassels and the tangle of dried swee...

Pottering about the garden in the weekend sunshine I reflect on the tree planting carried out during this last year. I see the first buds appearing...

6 weeks ago we all probably had a plan as to how we’d use this self-isolated time. On top of our day job or unfortunately instead of our day job we...