Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
Harrison Fording in Zambia. (Archaeologists head north, the hard way)
Wet vehicle batteries aren’t good news. As any fule kno. But it’s not always easy to keep them dry. When crossing a river, for example, at a little too fast a pace. It’s our first river – unless you count … Continue reading
It’s been a while. But there’s something in the air. An email from my friend the huntress, asking if I’m going to Zambia this year. Who knows? But in my head – now there’s a different matter. Time for a … Continue reading
Is this a rabbit hole?
Tired people sit in over-sized winged armchairs, faces blank, all vitality sapped as they wait in this state of limbo. Some stare at the silhouette of a fireplace, a clock, a picture. But all these images are unreal. Like a … Continue reading
Bamboo and dumplings with a four part trio
I’m lying in bed, before sunrise, looking at the trees. Not a tremor, not a shiver, not a flutter. No wind. No rain. Amazing. An hour later the sun’s shining, the sky’s blue, the world’s a happy place – and … Continue reading
From tainted tongue and temporary aunt to blood and custard creams
It was a biscuit that did it. Reminded me, of my ‘gap’ year, Yorkshire style. Anachronistic to call it a ‘gap’ year, really, the term hadn’t yet been coined. Most folks going to university went straight there – unless they … Continue reading
Boils amid the urban acne. (Blame Liam for this one*)
You may not have seen them, the boils. It began – or feels like it did – with a mild rash of urban acne. The march of the bookies down our high streets and low streets. Gambling dens, breeding like rabbits. One … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 