Friko's World

I’d much rather publish a photo of a pretty Christmas motif than a picture of a cold virus. But I’d be telling lies. I am not saying that...

The difference between these two pictures is 20 hours and an awful lot of rain. It’s the same stretch of river and the same willow ...

. . . . . . . . . . but more along the lines of ‘All Passion Spent’; Men grow too old to woo, my love, Men grow too old to wed; ...

Twenty minutes to five and quite dark outside. It is a filthy afternoon of biting winds forcing thin draughts of cold air through tiny c...

Advent again? Really? I swear they disappear one week in every four for us oldies. Perhaps they think we’re slow and couldn’t keep up if...

Christmas I had almost forgotten the singing in the streets, Snow piled up by the houses, drifting Underneath the door into the warm ro...

A scene from “A Christmas Carol”  filmed in Shrewsbury. This is Fish Street, with the Bear Steps just off to the left. So, in Dec...

My crabapple , Red Sentinel,  keeps on giving; it’s a medium sized deciduous tree with showy pinkish flowers in spring  and edible ...

 I should never watch more than 2 hours of TV at night and I certainly should not then go to bed and read a thriller until 1.30 in the mo...

There I was, thinking I would manage to post every day during the 24 days of Advent; okay then, I admit defeat. Who was it who said “the ...

Every year I put candles on a large wooden plate, and arrange pine cones and small pieces of tree bark, sprayed golden, around them. ...

Schwibbogen

In summer this large pot holds colourful annuals. When they’ve finished flowering, they go on the compost heap, but I leave the ...

Jan Jiri Heinsch 1647-1712 St. Nicholas giving alms to the poor and needy of his diocese. All good children in mid-European c...

I’ve joined the ranks of the doddery, confused old ladies. The ones with capacious bags, shawls and gloves and a head like a sieve. I wen...

Jutta rang last night; her mum, my cousin Helga, had died the previous afternoon. Helga was my last real connection with family in Germany, ...

The plan was to leave home before midmorning, to drop Beloved off in town to do his errands at his own pace and for me to scoot around, r...

On a cold, dank, misty 2nd December gardening was less a pleasure than it’s ever been. But needs must, there were the final leaves to be...

The first Sunday in Advent today and I received my first enquiry regarding our plans for Christmas. “What are you doing for Christmas”,...