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Dylan, dogs and the Devil
The gale force wind had calmed a little, though the evidence remained. Everywhere the verges were strewn with debris, as if an automotive bridal procession had just passed by, the bridesmaids strewing branches. Late, as usual, stress kept me company … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then
Tagged books, dogs, ephemera, forgery, illustration, letterpress, Oldham, Poetry, post-industirial England, printing, small press
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High on a hill was a lonely …
Me. Not a goatherd. And not so much lonely as alone. It was the fords across the stream that did it, made me think of The Sound of Music. That and the hill. Which, to one used to the flat … Continue reading
The Edge. Part II
Bank Holiday weekend was looming, so the weather was far from perfect. But on Alderley Edge the view was clear and the rain seemed to have withdrawn its threat for while. Plodding uphill, I’ll be honest, I felt a bit … Continue reading
The Edge. Part I
As any sensible grown-up knows, traffic on a Friday afternoon before a spring Bank Holiday weekend is likely to be bad – and unnecessary driving best avoided. As any sensible adult would almost certainly agree, if there’s also a train … Continue reading
Not in any way a last resort
Easter Sunday. Cold. Grey. Windy. The occasional teardrop falling. Not mine. They dripped, now and then, from the eyes of the Rain God, lurking in his lair in the dismal clouds above. But I wasn’t surprised. Or disappointed. I’m used … Continue reading
Nonpareil. On voyaging from darkness, into light
I can’t remember what we had for breakfast. But, as always, we had tea. Thank goodness. Unusually, while still at table, I checked my emails on my phone. That’s where the shadow was waiting. My lovely husband, baby of five … Continue reading
Trampled. Green. And sparkly
Flick. Skim. Flick. That was me, last Sunday, with the newspaper. Jaded with news, jaded with the world. Just jaded. Then an opinion piece caught my eye. About ‘the song of the selfie siren’. And the deaths that result from … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Lancashire & the golf coast, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged death, Eva Wiseman, killfies, moss, rejection, selfies, shopping, spring, trees, yellow
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