Bailey Jones's Journal

Last week my friend, Sarah Richards, died. She was 46 years old. A creative individual, always busy with this group or that: Bookcrossing, ...

That's my blog, fallow as the empty field. Maybe I'll grow some fine corn and tasty broccoli next year. Meanwhile, I'm feeling s...

Yesterday, I was out walking around Smithills with my good friends Tex, Liz and Ste when we saw a group of herons. What do you call a group ...

I once heard it said that every man needs a shed and from the moment my husband clapped eyes on the brick outhouse in the overgrown backyard...

Friday, the sun was shining once again and, as I wasn't working, I caught the train to Lytham and walked from there to St-Anne's-on-...

Lent, the season of preparation for loss, death and rebirth. Time to contemplate the silence, the quietness. Time to be free from mental din...

It's official, I've tried to cover it up for years, making sure no one ever spots me gazing into puddles, mirrors and shop windows, ...