Carol Hedges

Liz Harris Liz Harris is another of the talented RNA writers I have met on Twitter. At first I was a bit in awe of her ... which I s...

No shelter from the kniving wind No solace from the driving snow. No warmth, no comfort or bright cheer In heav'n above or earth ...

 A week of enormous trauma and upheaval at Hedges Towers. The Writing Garret has been painted, for the first time since we moved in, som...

I first met Lisa Richardson on Twitter, just after I'd had my tattoo. We got chatting, and then met again on Facebook. There are some pe...

Westfield Playing Fields As many of you know I live in Harpenden, a town north of St Albans. Or south of Luton depending which way you...

A busy time at Hedges Towers. Exam season is upon us once more, which means I'm currently doing my third part-time job as an invigila...

A slightly bizarre week at Hedges Towers. A few nights ago BH was out for his reluctant nocturnal 'walking-is-good-for-you' walk whe...

Bev Spicer Bev Spicer is another of those lovely writers that I met since joining Twitter last August. Bev currently lives in France (th...

If you've reached my blog via the usual links.....you need to go to fb.me/2cisSljVw That's where the party is ...just for this we...

The latest council folly. Me posing. A vexed week at Hedges Towers. One of BH's favourite socks has gone missing. It has been miss...