Forging ahead…

Forging ahead…

No, no, it’s OK – don’t all groan at once. I bet you all thought that I was getting back into my bad old habits didn’t you? Nothing new on here for over three weeks, but there are good reasons for that – we’ve been a tad busy round...
And slowly and surely…

And slowly and surely…

…they drew their plans against us! No, Drummore has not been invaded by Martians! It is, however, inching closer to having a working smithy in the village once more. Thanks to Glenda, the old Drummore Smiddy now contains an anvil again. It’s a bit of a...
Underneath the spreading chestnut tree…

Underneath the spreading chestnut tree…

No, this isn’t going to be a post about old nursery-rhyme songs, Winston Smith, Mr Charrington and 1984, apposite as that might be when it comes to current times and trends in UK and US politics. Instead, it’s a reference to a poem by Longfellow, entitled...