Sarah Keen 10/15/25 Sarah Keen 10/15/25

Recent Trials…

As though his wig was hiding a little mouse of doubts that he has to muffle on a regular basis..

Sarah Keen 7/22/25 Sarah Keen 7/22/25

Fast Fashion - A Horror Story

How do you meet people? I once asked. Did they join classes, do something they enjoyed? Again, pitying looks. We go OUT, OUT. Going out out, it transpired, was getting dressed up to the nines, applying even more immaculate make up and buying new clothes and shoes. The new clothes cost around £10 and would be delivered within 12 hours. Boohoo and Misguided were the go to supplier[2]. They could supply the latest fashions for a startling low rate and swift delivery.

Sarah Keen 7/11/25 Sarah Keen 7/11/25

Spiders, like us

Keeping bees has been eye-opening. I am observing a detailed miniature world peopled by creatures that ‘seem’ to be reacting in a very different way to us mammals and yet…I hope you enjoy these spidery stories that have been taken from life, starting with The Spider In The Bath

Sarah Keen 6/25/25 Sarah Keen 6/25/25

Norfolk: broads and abandoned brides, plus a small miracle at the Walsingham Shrine.

We are surrounded by sunshine today - a beautiful June afternoon. But as a writer what can you do with such weather, your characters get hot, drink cider and fall into haystacks with gamekeepers.

Bad weather can offer so much more - here is an account of stormy times in Norfolk.

Hope you enjoy.

Sarah Keen 6/10/25 Sarah Keen 6/10/25

It’s raining cats and dogs

I hope you enjoy this little vignette of my late father’s encounter with Boris Johnson.

Shopping for presents? Antiques are a great choice and so is Enchanted England

Love Sarah ;-)

Sarah Keen 6/3/25 Sarah Keen 6/3/25

Enchanted Gifts for June

This month I have collated a collection of all the hares that can be found in Enchanted England.

Did you know that the collective noun for a group of hares is a husk? No! Neither did I until yesterday.

Sarah Keen 5/29/25 Sarah Keen 5/29/25

Spam

Unable to help myself, the sketch from Monty Python started to play through my head. SPAM, SPAM, SPAM etc. The assistant glanced up and saw the SPAM bubble above my head. She started to dissolve with unstoppable giggles and was in danger of falling into the hot fat while I shoved my scarf into my mouth to stop laughing out loud.