Hastings Battleaxe gets cut up…

Gets cut up how?  Bits cut out of one of my legs.  Have done virtually nothing since my visit to hospital.  I finished my virtual walk to Santiago de Compostela and was all ready to…

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Oh what now? Our first, and maybe our last, concert.. not the fat lady singing – yet.

What now indeed. Our fool of a Prime Minister tells us that  ‘we are now seeing a second wave’ without actually saying what he is going to do about it. Added to which, ‘Queen Dido…

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Battleaxe makes the best of it

It’s hard at times… The Covid situation is getting worse, Brexit is looming up in an ever more horrible manner, and the government is a national and international laughing stock. Well, I would be laughing…

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It’s hot to be a Granny, says Hastings Battleaxe

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…

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Hastings Battleaxe retreats into her rural past….

This 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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