Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
It’s a sign. But what does it mean?
Brown road signs usually point towards something interesting. This one says, ‘Saxon church’. We’re on holiday, not in a hurry. Tired – but intrigued enough to make the turn. It’s been a day of surprises, beginning with this morning … … Continue reading
In which we don’t travel on the Hogwarts express
‘I can’t see any smoke.’ ‘But I just heard a whistle.’ ‘Yes, but there’s no smoke.’ And there’s a very good reason why we can’t see any smoke. One weekend a year – yes, just ONE weekend a year, this … Continue reading
Nature, contrary to mine
I don’t do poetry. I’ve tried before, look back on it and cringe. So why? Well, it was a challenge – and a form I’d never heard of – Tanka. ‘Does anyone not love Haiku,’ ran the intro. Um, I … Continue reading
Political websites – who cares?
I’ve been puzzling over politics. Does any party really stand for anything any more? Or have they all done the Indian rope trick and vanished up their own hot air? Today I visited websites of British and American political parties. … Continue reading
You can’t have one without the other. Nature, damn it!
The trees are dancing but the day is bright, at last. It’s August, still, but the chill in the air has made itself at home, too soon for holidaying humans. In the green world beyond our fences, though, nature continues … Continue reading
My top tip. And how it leads to Mostar
‘Hiya babe, you all right?’ Ooh, love that man! Big grin, hard hat, hi-vis jacket – and he’s calling me babe. (I know, I should be offended. Just cut me some slack here would you? I can’t always be right-on … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 