A guide to Britain's owls and how to catch up with them
It was a bad winter, a winter not known for many years. The snow was as high as the hedge tops, and tales of travelers lost were told around firesides.
At school Doug Gatt had his thumb shut in an iron door. Then it began to snow and we were allowed to leave early.
A poem about how life can soon pass you by and how the seasons can change so quickly. We should all try to enjoy ourselves and be grateful for what we have.