Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
In the midst of life
Saturday 17 December 1983. The Science Museum basement, London Not many people – to my knowledge – had seen that basement. Apart from staff. But there wasn’t time for a good look around. There had been a bomb threat and … Continue reading
High on a hill was a lonely …
Me. Not a goatherd. And not so much lonely as alone. It was the fords across the stream that did it, made me think of The Sound of Music. That and the hill. Which, to one used to the flat … Continue reading
“The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words”
You know me, never one word where 932 or so will do. But today I’m going to give you pictures and little else. Yes, okay, I admit it, the red words in my last post did cause a minor tiff. … Continue reading
The Edge. Part II
Bank Holiday weekend was looming, so the weather was far from perfect. But on Alderley Edge the view was clear and the rain seemed to have withdrawn its threat for while. Plodding uphill, I’ll be honest, I felt a bit … Continue reading
The Edge. Part I
As any sensible grown-up knows, traffic on a Friday afternoon before a spring Bank Holiday weekend is likely to be bad – and unnecessary driving best avoided. As any sensible adult would almost certainly agree, if there’s also a train … Continue reading
A very few words, on tiny wings
Faeries are abroad. While the sun shines they dance, a skittish double-helix dance. And blossom bursts forth, like foam upon a crashing sea. There, that’s the limit of my poesy today! I’ve surprised a butterfly at rest. Captured its image … Continue reading
Not in any way a last resort
Easter Sunday. Cold. Grey. Windy. The occasional teardrop falling. Not mine. They dripped, now and then, from the eyes of the Rain God, lurking in his lair in the dismal clouds above. But I wasn’t surprised. Or disappointed. I’m used … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 