Were you there?

To Autumn Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit that round the thatched-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd and plump the hazel […]

The Football Pitch that Dad Built (continued) . The goals we scored were okay, may even have been good, may occasionally have been brilliant but they were nothing compared to the goals they would have been with real nets. Following that path of the ball and seeing the net billow with the shot would always […]