. . . admiring the daffodils up Hillsborough . . . . . . followed by some gardening perhaps . . . . . . maybe not in this hail and rain . . . How many different types of weather can we have in one day? Ah well, there’s plenty of other things to … Read more
I paid a hurried visit to support the event, which was well-attended by children from the town’s schools, Ilfracombe Victorian Celebration and the High Street traders themselves.
Ilfracombe High Street Traders revive pancake race
We’d been meaning to pop in and see what the Rainbow Corner Café was like for some time as it’s changed hands several times in the past few years, so yesterday we made it and it was wonderful.
I’m in the North Devon Journal this week, pictured next to a llama called Wilbur, in an article about online networking and how it can help businesses in North Devon.
North Devon Council is tendering for a company to develop a proposal to improve Ilfracombe seafront.
Why do they grow so fast? What’s the point? No sooner than you cut them, they grow again. And it’s not just finger-nails, it’s toe-nails and hair too.
What puts me off visiting hotels and restaurants is their plasticisation.
Having first heard Nights in White Satin on the radio and then my brother’s LP of To Our Children’s Children’s Children, I discovered the Moody Blues for myself
know it’s only down to -3°C here, but that’s cold for this part of the world. Yesterday morning I took the camera out as I walked the dogs before dawn;
or me, Christmas fare is a mixture of tradition, family favourites, magical flavours and aromas, and memories of relatives who either passed down the recipes or introduced me to special foods. I think Christmas favourites should be a personal choice: forget fashion and foodies.
We went for a walk with our dogs on Woolacombe beach on Boxing Day . . .
With all the gloomy news in the papers and on the television, I opened the North Devon Journal to find rays of light shining out from the pages this morning.
A new recipe and wonderfully delicious, we tried these new sausages from Mike Turton Family Butcher in Ilfracombe High Street.
Some people who know me wouldn’t necessarily describe me as the tidiest person in the world. Being tidy is not the first aim in life,
t wouldn’t be Christmas in Ilfracombe without a festive show at the Landmark Theatre. After last year’s smash-hit production of The Vicar of Dibley, this year Small Pond Productions presents It’s Christmaaas
The wind is howling outside as I write, tearing down the valley towards the sea and throwing rain against the sides of the house.
Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it isn’t: Lundy Island.
It wasn’t my fault. Someone else started talking about pies and the conversation moved on to plunge pies made by Mike Turton Family Butcher in Ilfracombe High Street.
Last night I confess I watched television: I just wanted to be entertained without effort.
