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Time to say ‘Good-bye…’



It’s been a while in the coming but I knew it would happen in the end. After almost twenty years, it is time to hang up my blogger’s hat (a nice little 1920s cloche number with rose pink ribbon) and move on to new things. Blogging feels like shouting into the wind these days. I’m done with shouting.

I have eight novels to work on and sort out. One completed, three almost completed, two half way there and two mere toddlers but I love them all and they deserve my undivided authorial attention. And I’m preparing ‘Clive and Min’ for a competition, the deadline for which is looming fast. 

Then there’s my Diploma in Spiritual Companioning, Coaching and Caregiving. I need to give thought and action to where that will take me, now it’s in my hot little hand. It’s the last formal qualification I shall take but it’s by no means the end to my learning. 

There’s the garden, of course. Ever growing, ever expanding - I spend more and more time out there, looking after my little corner of England. It’s been a good growing year so far. Many flowers. Many, many raspberries. The greenhouse full of salady stuff. The usual burgeoning glut of courgettes. Will I ever learn? Probably not. I’ve got a thirty feet long hedge of rugosa roses to plant this Autumn. There’s a lot of work in progress and a lot of development plans in my little gardening notebook. 

The shepherd’s hut project. Deposit paid, build date set for October. I’ve got my eye on a natty wool rug and am considering colour schemes. Grey will NOT be a feature. I am secretly thrilled about the shepherd’s hut. It will do my soul good. 

So many books to read. So little time.

I’m sewing again. Barely picked up a needle since Nell arrived almost two and a half years ago and suddenly the arty crafty urge is upon me once more. My poor old machine is in need of a service. My embroidery cupboard has been gathering dust. I have two textile project ideas floating in my mind’s eye and I know I shall have no peace from the Universe until I get started on them. 

Still teaching myself piano keyboard. Slow progress, but steady. 

I didn’t want to leave the blog hanging with the post from the Summer Solstice. I wanted to say a heartfelt thank you, Dear Reader(s), for your attention over the past twenty years, no matter how long or how briefly you’ve been looking in on my life. I hope you’ve been entertained by my stories. I’ve truly enjoyed this blogging experience. The thing is, I no longer feel the need to share my life on a public platform. The clarion call for peace and privacy is strong. 

Thank you, then. I wish you all the best. Goodbye from me, and Nell and Bambino Bobble Wilson. 

*Blows out the candle and gently closes the door on her way out*





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Anonymous said…
You have been on my mind lately. I know you know I’ll be missing your crafty stories, observant eye, and general good humour. I hear you and I understand but this blog will be missed. I owe you one.
KJ
15 July 2025 at 21:51
Denise said…
I do know, KJ, and I am sorry. You’ve been a great support with your regular interactions. Stay in touch, though. We can still swap emails across the ocean!
16 July 2025 at 08:19
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