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Category Archives: Art, jaunts & going out
Of birds and ponds, of war and peace
Walking round one of my intangible charms, in the first week of the new year, I was struck by a sound. Loud, persistent – and arguably cheerful. ‘Tea-too, tea-too, tea-too,’ sang a bird in full voice. As plangent a sound … Continue reading
Charms
I’ve been collecting charms for the last few years. Metaphorical ones, not silver. I’ve plenty of those– and I rarely wear the bracelet. It was a present from my parents when I was little. A special request when no doubt … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then
Tagged Andromeda, camel riding, charm bracelets, Jodrell Bank, mystery, pyramids, radio telescopes, space race, Sputnik, vomiting
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Missing the dark
Memory of the Solstice fades. The comfort of those longed-for days of lessening light, increasing night. I love that time of year – but then, I’m one of the lucky ones. With a home, heating, and warm clothes. A plentiful … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Cumbria, Lancashire & the golf coast, Uncategorized, Yorkshire
Tagged Beatles, Candlemas, cows, donkey, Long Meg, sheep, solstice, standing stones, winter
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Falling
First came hail. Then stinging sleet, whipping my cheeks like an angry weather monster. Later, lonely white flakes fell – dawdling down in isolation. Mere afterthoughts. Certainly not a snowfall. The clouds passed, their smoke-grey curtain drawn back, revealing a … Continue reading
Chocolate, a castle, a cake fit for a princess – and Moomins
Chocolate I haven’t been eating for some time. And I really don’t miss it. Castles are just an occasional treat – well, I do love a good ruin. And though I rarely have cake, the mere sight of a good … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Sweden, Travelling
Tagged Arctic Char, Hobgoblin, King's Ruby, Little My, Malawi tea, Princess cake, Snorkmaiden, Snowdonia, the Groke, Thingumy and Bob, Uppsala castle
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Death, burial – and untimely resurrection
The dead were fast becoming the underlying (sorry) theme of our trip to Uppsala. First it was ancient DNA. Then, as day two dawned – actually, it was long after dawn – it was the turn of Viking burials. Replete … Continue reading
“The horn, the horn, the lusty horn”
There was rain and wind and troubled sleep. There were tired eyes and weary limbs. But it was worth it. For the thrill of a new and strange experience. An experience unique in all the world. Unique to … Staffordshire. … Continue reading
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