Watching yachts, and a walk along the Anglesey coast.
Dad does some archaeology.
Kathleen Jamie, and Shetland memories.
A sad anniversary.
The fiftieth anniversary of the first moon-landing.
A topaz treasure, and suppressed claustrophobic memories.
On the mysterious arrival, and equally mysterious disappearance, of a Wurlitzer organ.
In celebration of my adopted star.
In which I return to a favourite childhood haunt after a gap of 40 years.
Not wishing to boast, but Richard Carter didn't get C-minuses—and he certainly didn't get SEE MEs.