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Who was Sylvia?
The acrid scent of turmeric prickles tourist noses, where once sooty coal smoke settled in workers’ lungs. Grey clouds loom over lofty moors, threatening afternoon rain. People mill through the lunching hours, questing quinoa, gorging on gluten-free cakes. Hebden Bridge. … Continue reading
Supermodel, with Balls
It was raining. Hard. Long-unused umbrellas opened like reluctant flowers, showering hurrying heads with dust and desiccated spiders. My new friends had driven me into Haworth for the evening from the refurbished cotton mill where I was staying. Nestled between … Continue reading
Catching no worms
I’m not an early bird, I said, as I bid a fond farewell to three women, strangers to me before last Friday. They were planning an early walk, today, before leaving the place we’re all staying. It wasn’t just the … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Nature notes, Yorkshire
Tagged Bent's Mill, Cullingworth, dawn, dew, early morning, Emily Bronte, gifts, Haworth, Hewenden Mill, strangers
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A couple of months in the ups and downs
An old English folk song inspired the title. And to cheer you into this largely pictorial post here it is, sung by Steeleye Span. Those ups and downs are NOT the kind I’m referring to – I’ve never asked a … Continue reading
Dogs, logs – and more important things
It was a two walk weekend, after a week of only one. And that one was to the shops. With a brief diversion into the cemetery. Those angels. They need watching over. Something about having strangers working in the house … Continue reading
Through a glass, brightly
I did think about calling this post Chicken Oblivious. But you know how it is. The cyclist would have been offended. If he’d known. I’d spent the afternoon engrossed in watching a kind of ballet. Two people, dancing a pas … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Lancashire & the golf coast
Tagged Art, Cedar Farm, colour, glass, kitchens, lighting, Mawdesley
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Tangled up. Sometimes in blue
‘You’re keeping busy’, someone said to me to me this week, as if I were a retired person going on serial coach trips. Not that there’s anything wrong with coach trips. Especially if they involve drinking illicit alcohol on the … Continue reading
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