The events of the past few weeks have been pretty exhausting. On a personal level, on a health level, and finally on the level of this blog.

The news from the

This is going to be painful and humiliating, but it is all pertinent to the big picture.

The Internet is full of characters. Some delightful, some several points past barking mad. Because I started my internet

Put up with it folks – Ms Raccoon is in whimsical mood, having just enjoyed a romantic trip down a moonlit river to a tiny village with a handily placed Chinese take-away, and the world’s best

Yet again, the latest example of the manipulation of our judicial system lies languishing in my ‘to do’ folder; and Ms Raccoon has found three more titbits of absolute nonsense in order to distract herself from the hard

As night-time falls, the marsh becomes the province of the ‘will-o’-the-wisp’, that mysterious blueish light that dances hither and thither, occasionally picking up the slow beat of the barn owl’s wings, more usually skitting across the

Long ago, a woman called Rosie Swale-Pope wrote a book which became famous briefly in the 70s. I, along with every other woman of my generation read it eagerly. Rosie had sailed around the world with her husband,

One of the difficulties of being a ‘one-man band’ running a site such as this, is that I have no ‘newsroom’ colleagues with whom I can discuss contentious matters that I cannot post – either because