Another chilly morning on the streets

Another chilly morning on the streets

Another year, another #PeoplesVote Day of Action.

Peggy and I were once more canvassing with MalvernforEurope in our local village, Colwall, at the western foot of the Malvern Hills on Saturday 12 January.

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A day in the life of a pro-European activist (and her human)

A day in the life of a pro-European activist (and her human)

8A2DAF55-512E-4036-AE94-86F424681149It’s nearly Christmas. So here in the UK that means festive conversations and convivial gatherings around the issue of the hour…Brexit.
This is me, Jacquie Rogers, writer, pro-European, and member of Malvern for Europe. Wearing a silly EU beret.

And this is Peggy, three months old. Definitely in charge. Wearing a peggy in gilet jaunecanine gilet jaune. Together we canvassed for the People’s Vote in Great Malvern today.

We learnt a lot. 

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Why I won’t be doing NaNoWriMo this year.

Why I won’t be doing NaNoWriMo this year.

I don’t often write about political events, either here or in my travel blog

This blog is intended for those who love reading, and might like to follow my writing and publications. Nevertheless I won’t apologise to you, my readers, for diverting today a little way down the murky paths of UK politics. But you are deserving of an explanation, so here goes:

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Winter Notes

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January and February can seem dispiriting months. After the golden glory of autumn, with its flashes
of colour, and the celebrations and bonhomie of Christmas, New Year feels grey and leaden-footed.
It’s dark, cold, and the most fun we can expect is unpleasant and occasionally savage weather. Continue reading “Winter Notes”

A Small Kindness

I arrived back at Paddington Station after a midday event in London, quite early for my afternoon train home. The day was now considerably warmer than when I had left Mark at 6.30 am, and as I was wearing a thick coat and carrying several bags, I was feeling hot and dishevelled. Time for a cup of tea and perhaps a nice piece of cake. Continue reading “A Small Kindness”

The Christmas Journey

It’s mid-November as I write this, and the pre-Christmas season of planning, parties and panic is in full swing already.
If you’re like me, every autumn you promise yourself this will be the festive season you float serenely through, everything ticked off the list on time. (And yes, I mean even sending sea mail parcels to Australia by September, to save on postage.) Continue reading “The Christmas Journey”

A Summer Dawn

A Summer Dawn

In the absolute stillness of the young day, the parish church sits four-square and timeless. Its west face is shadowed, cool grey stone shot through with glowing honey bands reflecting the warmth of the matching cottages across Little Moor Road. A backcloth of wispy rose and azure stripes to the east heralds another hot day arriving. The jackdaws are not yet about their raucous breakfasts, but already the steady piping of songbirds gathers volume. The fronds of the ancient yew in the churchyard corner barely move. Continue reading “A Summer Dawn”