I dropped like a stone. Down into the chasm. The bottom of the pit. Dark. Hopeless. No glimmer of light. Optimism: pestle-ground to dust....

There are times when certain aspects of life come into more focus. A war. A health scare. A death. In the past month, there has been a...

Back in the height of summer, I got around to cutting some ivy (a creeper plant) from the top of the fence at the back of my garden....