Jo Grindley

 So I last updated just before I travelled to South Africa for 3 weeks. It was great, all I could have wished for. I even got my highveld thunderstorm that I had craved for months that first day I was there, a few days later there was another that was an awesome and spectacular show [...]

I have decided to put together an amalgamation of false starts and catch you up on what I have been up too in the UK. This will leave me free and uncluttered to describe my holiday in SA in more detail in a few weeks. I’ll leave my previous attempts unedited and updated so that [...]

I can’t recall where I left off, Stafford? Cambridge? Northampton? Well, I start off from where I think I left off. I was in Stafford for two weeks, oh yes; I left off saying I was going castle hunting the next day… it didn’t pan out. It was too far and I was too lazy! [...]

I thought it was about time I updated this blog, seeing as I finally uploaded all my pictures onto facebook.
So where were we? Oh yeah, I told you very quickly how Cambridge and Cheshunt were! Ok. I was originally booked for 2 weeks work in Cheshunt with a possibility of a third if we got [...]

It’s been so long since I last wrote that I now just keep putting it off and off. So long that entire Ages have come and gone while legends, myths and local tales have been created, avidly listened to over a fire on cold winter’s night and then forgotten again.

I’ve been procrastinating again. I had nothing, still have, to tell you about. Over the last week and a bit I returned from Cheshire to Harefield. I had the unfortunate luck of travelling while it was raining. It wasn’t too bad…I had recently brought a new backpack that had a rain cover so all my [...]

I’m busy writing this in the warm sun, sitting on a bench in a square of sorts in Handforth, Cheshire. Watching office workers sitting and standing here and there having the lunch, be it food or nicotine, teenage skateboarders and rollerbladers racing after each other, little boys kicking a ball to and fro, and little [...]

When the tide is out the coastline has a desolate feel to it, one of repeated abandonment. Boats are strewn about, stuck where they are until the moon pulls the ocean water back and allows them to sail away once more, only to get abandoned again a few hours later. The combined smell of drying [...]

Once I caught a fish alive. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, then I let it go again. No, I’m not singing nursery rhymes! I’m carrying on my analogy from my post “just keep swimming”.

So I’ve cast my vote and have made my voice heard, or tried too anyway.