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Miranda the intake nymph
“I’ll just set it back to zero.” It’s not what you’d expect in the middle of England. But then, the middle of England’s probably not where you’d think it might be. According to its inhabitants, the tiny village of Dunsop … Continue reading
Hidden. Easter Sunday mirages at the beach
A skylark rises, invisible, like the gentle, irregular whistle of a barely boiling kettle, singing on the hob. A good day to be a skylark. The merlins and sparrowhawks will be flummoxed by the clammy sea-mist that’s swirling in the … Continue reading
The ruder world. Some random thoughts on spring, joy and harsh reality
Come, luscious spring, come with thy mossy roots, Thy weed-strown banks, young grass, and tender shoots Of woods newly-plashed, sweet smells of opening blooms, Sweet sunny mornings, and right glorious dooms Of happiness, to seek and harbour in, Far from … Continue reading
Patriotic thoughts, while on a level crossing
The train’s clattering out of the station with a bit of a wheeze. She may run on electricity – but she whines a lot. I’ve just been told, by a new British citizen, that this is the oldest electric railway … Continue reading
Sax and the city*
A bottle crashes to the ground in an alleyway off the main street. Jewel-green splinters frame the edge of a dark puddle, iridescent with oil in the dull glow of the street light. Somewhere a tyre squeals, a youth shouts … Continue reading
The Queen and I
I can’t imagine we have much in common, her majesty and I. Other than being British. What with me being a commoner and Catholic and all. My sister’s called Elizabeth – that’s a kind of connection. Tenuous, I know. But … Continue reading
Sacrifice
Tonight could be emotional. I grab a handful of tissues, stuff them in my bag. Braving twenty-seven sets of traffic lights, we drive into Liverpool. Stow our car in the warm space beneath the circular cathedral. Choose seats on one … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Death and Transfiguration, Faure Requiem, Liverpool Catholic Cathedral, peace, Peace memorial, poppy, Remembrance Sunday, Royal Liverpool Philharmonic orchestra, Salvation Army, Southport, War
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