Author Archives: memoirsofahusk

The short route

Posted on May 17, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Saturday morning. 6.40 am. Birds are chirruping, the sun has got his hat on, the sky’s forget-me-not blue. Try as I might, I can’t pretend I’m sleeping. I give up, get up and prepare for a weekend jaunt. Queen Street … Continue reading →

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Thoughts on a morning in spring

Posted on April 20, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Oh, what a glorious sky! So many words for blue – and yet not one will do it justice. Here in Northern World, we’re accustomed to wintry gloom and misty, damp spring days. Perhaps the word for this colour eludes … Continue reading →

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Just a note … … to say that I have set up a new blogging site. Its aim is to let me carry on visiting old industries, or interesting people making things, then writing about them, without this turning into … Continue reading →

Posted on April 13, 2016 by memoirsofahusk | Leave a comment

A cliché walks into a bar …

Posted on March 28, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Whippet-thin, the old man in a flat cap and raincoat treads his wary way across the red, pub-pattern carpet. Beneath the cap, his narrow face is pale, his cheeks cratered with dark hollows. The overall impression is grey, like the … Continue reading →

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“Not even a pot to piss in”

Posted on March 15, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

I’ll never look at a certain shape of pot again without thinking of urine. Made of plain clay, it’s taller than you’d imagine a ‘piss-pot’ would be – and narrower round the neck than at its widest point. It stood … Continue reading →

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‘I am half sick of shadows’

Posted on March 8, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

She’s forever enigmatic, the Lady of Shalott. A creation of Tennyson, inspired by Arthurian legend, she sits, day and night, weaving a wondrous tapestry. Although within sight of Camelot, her world is confined to reflections in a mirror. If she … Continue reading →

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If a picture paints a thousand words …

Posted on March 3, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

… then why bother writing? The world is a kaleidoscope for instant photo-gratification. Take a picture with your phone and – abracadabra – enhance it with a swipe of a digital magic wand. Words? Well, perhaps just a few. To … Continue reading →

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