No, not that sort of hot Granny thing – just hot temperature-wise. It is absolutely boiling here in Hastings, and the town is heaving. We’ve had Grand-Daughter staying since Friday, while my daughter and her…
View PostWell, what is going on at Hastings Pier? It appears transformed… for the better. Battleaxe devotees will know that I have ranted on about the Pier since this blog first started – my earliest post…
View PostWell, our Covid life goes on, doesn’t it? I said in the previous post about my rural past that I’d do another about a fatal attraction for farmers? Well, here you are. Now, if anyone…
View PostAm back in the present with a bit of a mixture. How come time goes so quickly at the moment, or is it just me? As from 4 July we were allowed out to visit…
View PostThis week, Battleaxe is leaving this dreadful present behind and retreating to her rural past. Recently… (when…all the weeks run together) on a walk round Winchelsea, we met a young farmer moving his newly-sheared sheep…
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