Category Archives: Art, jaunts & going out

Worn. [The Great Escape, day 1]

Posted on July 4, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

A sunny Sunday in Haworth. No traffic. No urban buzz. Just gentle tourists bumbling around, collecting pollen (in cake form) from the cafes and the bakery. Some, wearing Joni Mitchell’s ‘passport smiles’, hail from foreign countries. They’ve done the Parsonage … Continue reading →

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The short route

Posted on May 17, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Saturday morning. 6.40 am. Birds are chirruping, the sun has got his hat on, the sky’s forget-me-not blue. Try as I might, I can’t pretend I’m sleeping. I give up, get up and prepare for a weekend jaunt. Queen Street … Continue reading →

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Just a note … … to say that I have set up a new blogging site. Its aim is to let me carry on visiting old industries, or interesting people making things, then writing about them, without this turning into … Continue reading →

Posted on April 13, 2016 by memoirsofahusk | Leave a comment

A cliché walks into a bar …

Posted on March 28, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Whippet-thin, the old man in a flat cap and raincoat treads his wary way across the red, pub-pattern carpet. Beneath the cap, his narrow face is pale, his cheeks cratered with dark hollows. The overall impression is grey, like the … Continue reading →

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‘I am half sick of shadows’

Posted on March 8, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

She’s forever enigmatic, the Lady of Shalott. A creation of Tennyson, inspired by Arthurian legend, she sits, day and night, weaving a wondrous tapestry. Although within sight of Camelot, her world is confined to reflections in a mirror. If she … Continue reading →

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“Cold in the earth – and fifteen wild Decembers”

Posted on February 17, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

The Yorkshire moors are cold, this time of year – cold and dramatic. But when the sun shines and the frost bites, when flecks of snow fly, gentle, on a breath of wind – then, they are soaringly beautiful. Is … Continue reading →

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Standing stones, hillforts – and defying a guardian wind

Posted on January 1, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s a dour day. Stoking the smouldering coals of melancholy. And it’s further than it seems, the journey. A sign catches my eye. ‘Stone circle,’ I read aloud.  Then add, to my own surprise, ‘let’s go’. It’s a while before … Continue reading →

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