Category: Guest Blog | West Berkshire Villagers

I know it’s been a while since I wrote. It was little bit harder to remain positive and hence write something that would cheer you up. I took the route of hiding from my grief, which didn’t work. I suppose you never fully recover from losing someone but eventually learn to accept it. I am about there, just not yet completely over it.

You might have noticed the lack of new blogs in the last two weeks. I needed some time off as sadly my belloved father-in-law passed away unexpectedly.

It all started with my rescue Beagle. Her painful howl and hobble were awful to watch when she cut her paw for the 3rd time on discarded litter. After the Vet visit, I sat with her trying to calm down her anxiety shakes. I stroked her soft fur and my tears were dropping onto her shiny coat.

If you wish to see the ‘Gangs of New York’ in action, you no longer need to visit the cinema. All you need to do is sit in your back garden. In a proper Gangster way, there is always the godfather, in my case it’s the sparrow hawk. Then there are the wanna-be Gantsa squirrels pushing their boundaries and an old timer crook aka. the robin redbreast.

Watching the squirrel stuffing its face made me think of my home country, where the squirrels must defend for themselves by being faster forages before the frugal humans.

Too soon did I speak of sun, because it took a runner and hid behind the clouds like a stroppy teenager. Rainy, cloudy weather kept me inside, so I caught up on the recycling/charity raising figures.