Author Archives: memoirsofahusk

“Cold in the earth – and fifteen wild Decembers”

The Yorkshire moors are cold, this time of year – cold and dramatic. But when the sun shines and the frost bites, when flecks of snow fly, gentle, on a breath of wind – then, they are soaringly beautiful. Is … Continue reading

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Ben. One word. [dramatic pause] Tampons. The future is tampons

It didn’t happen quite like that. But it might’ve if Mr McGuire could’ve foreseen where plastics might lead Ben. It’s in the film, The Graduate, when a squirm-inducing party’s underway. Soignée women smoking. Slippery men drinking – oozing worldly wisdom … Continue reading

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An invisible man and a nice cup of tea

On dimly lit suburban streets, in the hours before dawn, it’s as silent as our world can be. Up in the lofty fir trees, knowing owls watch for prey. Foxes prowl through tangled brambles growing beyond neat garden fences. And … Continue reading

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Standing stones, hillforts – and defying a guardian wind

It’s a dour day. Stoking the smouldering coals of melancholy. And it’s further than it seems, the journey. A sign catches my eye. ‘Stone circle,’ I read aloud.  Then add, to my own surprise, ‘let’s go’. It’s a while before … Continue reading

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The little matchgirl. A tale re-told. Part 2 of 2

A spiteful wind howls around the streets. Blows away the fog, the smoke – the warmth. Jack Frost mocks the locked gates of the arcade. Dances through their iron bars, into the doorway where the little girl huddles. Touches her … Continue reading

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The little matchgirl. A tale re-told. Part 1 of 2

                                                          … when respectable heads were hatted and industrial smoke filled every lung, when automobiles were rare and horses and carts were common, then, lived a poor little match girl. Molly. We join her one cold December day, as … Continue reading

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Beheaded for flirting? LOL!

One of the things foreigners living in England always struggle with is identifying the social trip wires. How do you hold your fork? Is it a napkin or a serviette? Do you need to go to the toilet, lavatory or … Continue reading

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