Category Archives: Art, jaunts & going out

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

Posted on January 23, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

If you recognise that question you could be into Zen philosophy. Or you could, like me, have heard it asked in Van Morrison’s song, Enlightenment. In fact the question is derived from a Zen ‘koan’ – a concept described by … Continue reading →

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Lights – and darkness. An encounter with Poland

Posted on January 5, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

A ferocious wind blew us in to Wroclaw* airport, the landing earning our pilot a well-deserved round of applause. Eager to start our adventure (and the promised hotel shuttle bus proving to be an illusion) we took a taxi. We … Continue reading →

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Lights, sights and lingonberries

Posted on November 22, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Nearing ten o’clock at night. Speeding through customs with a small, carry-on backpack to a waiting taxi. Luxury! Well before eleven we round a corner warmed by the glowing windows of the William Pub to arrive at Akademi Hotellet. Opening … Continue reading →

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Autumn. A little too close for comfort, this time

Posted on November 7, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s been the most beautiful autumn I can remember. The stillness of each reluctant dawn. The drama of the sunrise, turning the world from grey to lemon, gold to rose. The vast, v-shaped skeins of pink-footed geese heading for the … Continue reading →

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And Charlotte sighs

Posted on August 13, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Reality is fickle. The day is warm, the breeze light to non-existent. Technology tells us we’ve arrived at our destination. But technology is wrong, bamboozled by forces beyond its ken. A woman with bright red lipstick, walking a dog, stops … Continue reading →

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Soundscapes [The Great Escape, days 3 &4]

Posted on July 9, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Tired legs. A little light rain. Wimbledon on the BBC. Day three becomes a day of rest. I’m finding something deep and reassuring in Haworth on this visit. As if the town is built on a well of feelings. And … Continue reading →

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Weathering Heights [The Great Escape, day 2]

Posted on July 5, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

‘Don’t trust anyone who tells you they know a short-cut!’ So says one young woman as a group of them emerge from the deep shade of many trees on a  steeply sloping hillside. We take no short cuts. But still … Continue reading →

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