Monthly Archives: September 2013

Surfin’ downtown for an organ and some blondes

Posted on September 25, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

A bronzed surfer dude grabs a board, races into the water. I’m already there, paddling out, rays on my back, tanning through the oil. Surf’s up – and before you know it I’m riding the crest of a wave. Not … Continue reading →

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Forget Rome – if you would valiant be*, I’d go for three Bardseys

Posted on September 8, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

It’s all too beautiful. No, I’m not reliving the sixties (‘Itchy-coo Park’, for the benefit of you bright young things), I’m treading a well-worn path, trodden for hundreds of years. In wartime, by men from the RAF. In peacetime, by … Continue reading →

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Secrets, dragons and mills

Posted on September 6, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

How do you feel about secrets? I’m ambivalent. I love the idea of secret gardens. Valleys unlocked by a spell. Mountains where dragons lie hidden. Places where magic happens. Where the sun beams down on gentle hills from a forget-me-not sky. … Continue reading →

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