We Remember...

The Monk, The Midden and the Missing Monastery...

A fascinating documentary about last year's archaeological dig over on Lindisfarne.

(Ooh, look... I think I see our holiday cottage!)

:)

After the rain...

Inspiring things!

Shaken, Not Stirred...

Here's a quick dream status update for you!

In last night's episode, yours truly enjoyed(!) a rather chilly encounter with none other than James Bond himself, Mr. Daniel Craig.

Poor D.C. had apparently taken one portal too many on his travels through time, and as a result was hypothermic and blue with cold. Aww. 

Quick as a ferret down a rabbit burrow - at the instigation of an old pal of mine who wouldn't do the deed himself on account of him being a straight bloke, thanks - I found myself in a close-up, fully clothed, clinch with old Blue-steel Bond. Not a task I ever care to repeat. 

Wonder who I'll be sharing some dream time with tonight, eh? Watch this space!

*sigh*

Is it real?

Or is it Memorex?

Perchance to Dream...

Another beautiful day here in Blighty. An afternoon of blue skies, gentle sunshine, and sweet bird song.

Here are a few pictures I took on the walk to school. 

It was so nice to be outside in the fresh air. I haven't been sleeping well just lately so I could fall asleep on a clothes line. Actually, to be fair, I'm sleeping just fine. It's the constant soap opera of crazy dreams that are wearing me out.

Here's a quick summary of some of the nightly highlights from the past week:

Dream 1: I was Pamela Anderson (!) in a movie where my screen son and I were on the run from my handsome, but cream cracker ker-azy, stalker played by Rob Lowe who, incidentally, had bumped off my former husband. 

Dream 2: I was an American spy - a male spy! - in North Korea, trying to sneak back home to the States. 

Dream 3: Last night I dreamt I was Katharine Parr, Henry VIIIs wife number six. Only in the dream, I hadn't yet married old Horrid Henry. The groom and I were plotting to kill him off... with poison. 

You see why I wake up worn out? If you have any tips on how to switch off my brain off while I sleep, I'd love to hear them.

I mean, I don't watch TV, and I avoid the news unless it comes up on my FB feed, so I have no idea what's fueling these dreams. 

Oh, well. I'm yawning my head off. Time to go to the land of nod to see what's showing on the big screen tonight!

The Best of British...

The Best of British!

A selection of books created by British and Irish authors.,, including yours truly.