Author Archives: Angela Petch

I wrote this poem a few years ago about my Uncle Billy, whom I never met. My mother’s only brother, William Beary.   He was only nineteen, a rear gunner with the RAF, when he was shot down. So many people … Continue reading →

  We’re still in lockdown. I’m missing family and friends so much, but I’m enjoying the slower pace of life:  the birdsong, unpolluted skies, walks along the sea, baking experiments and the chance to savour the small things. As I … Continue reading →

I’ve been reading so many positive posts about this weird time and I’ve taken something from all of them. We’ll get through this, but I wonder if you’re feeling like I am today. Truths are niggling at me and I … Continue reading →

There’s a lot being written about this strange time. It feels like an episode of science fiction, but we all know it’s reality. I’m trying to concentrate on the positive. It’s only been one week of semi-lockdown for us here … Continue reading →

On Tuesday night I drove up the A24 to Crawley. I’ve only been to Gatwick airport in that area, so it was great to discover Ifield, a little conservation village in the midst of this sprawl of new town and … Continue reading →

Delighted to be featured on my favourite blogger’s site today. I chatted to her about how my walks in the Tuscan countryside give me ideas. Here is Jessie Cahalin’s article

What weather we’ve seen in England recently. I feel so sorry for those affected by floods. How miserable. I’ve been sheltering indoors, listening to the wind sweeping in from the sea, buffeting our house. But I’ve been getting into my … Continue reading →

It’s been a while since I blogged, so hello again. It’s been quite a week. Sadly, it started with the funeral of a dear schoolfriend. It was such a shock and as I have moved house (and country) so often, … Continue reading →

Once upon a time, I was a commuter and worked in London for The Times, but that was almost a lifetime ago and it felt like a different world when I visited the capital city again. Yesterday morning, excited, boots … Continue reading →