Tea With Gunns

A woman of a certain age must look honestly at the transport options available to her and ask whether civilisation has advanced entirely in the wrong direction. I have been considering a donkey. This is not because I have suffered a sudden pastoral awakening,

I have nothing against progress, provided it knocks before entering and does not hover over the washing. Just today I read that Amazon has begun making drone deliveries in Darlington, which is the sort of news that makes an old woman in the Highlands