Why are we killing ourselves? Money?

I am writing this in May 2020. On Friday, the air was so clear that you could see for miles. It was a day with high winds. I was out on a 17 k walk across farms and open country, and I watched in awe as an oak tree of around 70 years old, danced

A town in Bristol city

Photograher, Hermione Laake (young mum of 24 years, writer and ex-retail manger, 1990). I thought I would write a Coronovirus diary, as I read one blog on behaviour from Toronto and found it interesting from a psychological perspective. Covid-19 Here, in our small town we have over four coffee shops; all are shut down and

The Age of the Imagination

“He will love those that he loved and he will love them to the end”