It’s Christmas Eve. The
cat has been bundled into the car, driven up the M5 and is now eyeing up my
in-laws’ Christmas Tree. Carols from
Kings is on the radio. The presents are
wrapped, tomorrow’s veg are being prepared, I am drinking a cup of mulled tea (I know: mulled tea, it’s quite nice) and it seemed like a good time to
redesign the blog. This one’s for you
Richard. Happy Christmas, season’s
greetings and have a wonderful new year everyone. Now I’d better go and retrieve that cat...
Eleanor Roosevelt, 1958
'Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home -- so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any map of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person... Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere. Without concerted citizen action to uphold them close to home, we shall look in vain for progress in the larger world.' Eleanor Roosevelt, 1958
The Small Places has moved...
The Small Places has moved to a new home here, including all the old posts. Any posts after 6th March 2014 will appear on the new website, but old posts are preserved here so that URLs linking here continue to work. Please check out the new site.
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