Friko's World

The Guardian The remnants of Gonzalo landed on these shores last night and today. It had long blown out its destructive fury across the ...

Many of you praise the friends you have and how you would find life without them much less rewarding. You speak of the support they give,...

except me, that the grass in the lower field, where Millie and I walk daily, is finally being cut and I can actually see her again  r...

It’s Mother’s Day in some parts of the world, including Germany. More than a decade-and-a-half since my mother’s death I am still working o...

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Shakespeare manages to kill off almost the entire cast of   Titus Andronicus  without a single shot being fired. In this play we have it...

St George is the patron saint of England and each year his death is celebrated on this day. John Aubrey of Brief Lives, 1626-1697,  English...

Today , Lorna phoned to cancel our poetry meeting; I am relieved that I don’t have to go out. Is this winter never going to acc...

Klaus Rinke : Bahnhofsuhren, Duesseldorf,  Volksgarten, 1987* How heavy time hangs when you appear to have a lot of it and nothing muc...

Our World Tuesday  Week 12 took me to the little town of Craven Arms, which calls itself the Gateway to the Shropshire Hills. The Secret H...

WILLOW'S MAGPIE No. 51 We lie together, huddled in the dust, as boys and girls and chimney sweepers must. From such abasement we w...