Monthly Archives: January 2013

Meet Gerry Carroll – son, brother, friend, sometime sleuth (and Catholic priest)

Posted on January 20, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

It felt like bleak midwinter, the earth standing hard as iron, even if no frosty wind made moan. For Gerry, it couldn’t have been a bleaker day.  Was it midwinter? He didn’t really care if it was or it wasn’t. … Continue reading →

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Thinking for the world?

Posted on January 15, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

[Warning: I’m about to use the word ‘praying’ as part of an attempt to have an original thought. Be patient – this isn’t really about religion. Well, not as we know it.] Did you hear Sister Wendy on Desert Island … Continue reading →

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Bonfire of the insanities

Posted on January 3, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

The track is overgrown with tall grass, but a vehicle definitely passed this way, once upon a time. That should be a comfort, but it isn’t. I peer at the guide book in the yellow light of my torch and … Continue reading →

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