Category Archives: Art, jaunts & going out

Gui-tars and Garter Stitch

Posted on September 12, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

British friends and rellies thought we were mad. I thought we were mad. Hurricane one had already hit, devastating Houston. Hurricane two was limbering up in the wings, gulping steroids. Somehow we’d booked our flight to Texas for the lull … Continue reading →

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The line: is it drawn? The curse: is it cast?

Posted on August 31, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Well? Will you get out of the way? Or lend a hand? Forgive me. I’m taking liberties with the words of Nobel-Literature-Prize-winning poet, songster and disappointing-live-performer, Bob Dylan. Yes, disappointing. I was disappointed. Except for his rendition of ‘Something’ by … Continue reading →

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The beholding I

Posted on July 19, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to make a fuss about it. But I think I’ve acquired a supernatural power. I know. Unlikely. But I’ve suspected it for some time and on Sunday I decided I was right. You see, … Continue reading →

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‘She’s leaving home…’

Posted on July 15, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading →

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If  you would like to see a few more pictures and a video you have to turn sideways to watch, oops!  😉  of the small press I visited and wrote about in Dylan, dogs and the devil it is now … Continue reading →

Posted on July 8, 2017 by memoirsofahusk | 6 Comments

Where there is sun, there are shadows

Posted on June 21, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

I couldn’t identify the Big Friendly Giant – but then he had no nose.  The bishop, though, was instantly recognisable. He had a mitre. And a sign. Plus he was standing right beside the church gate. His ecclesiastical lordship, the … Continue reading →

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Olde England, carrying on

Posted on June 12, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

It wasn’t a dawn chorus, it was a cacophony. And it went on, and on, and on. The lambs joined in. Then the donkey. Then we heard the clippety-clop. Clutching my camera, I leaned through the tiny window, in the … Continue reading →

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