My journey with voice training goes back generations. My grandmother was a beautiful woman and tall, too, at 5’ 8’’. She had dark hair, amber brown eyes and a willowy figure. Born into a fairly affluent family, by the time she...
Read MoreEvery year I try to pin Christmas down – an atmosphere, a perfect gathering, a woodland walk on a crisp December day. Maybe it’s none of those or perhaps all of them. You see, that’s the thing about the festive season,...
Read MoreI have visited Bolton museum many times in the past 30 years. So when I learned about its £3.8 million refurb I was expecting the usual neat display cases. I quickly discovered that The Egyptian Collection is a radical...
Read MoreIt’s been a weird summer over here at Fleedneedles Forage. In my last blog, I mused over how hawthorn blossom heralded the beginning of warmer days, little realising that the next two months were going to be some of the hottest...
Read MoreThe month of May is always the blossom month to my mind, but as the apple, pear and cherry blooms begin to fall the hawthorn is just coming into its own. Hawthorn blossom is always a heartening sight as it heralds that summer is...
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