Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast

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

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

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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More of that small press; a new archaeologically-themed site; husking

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

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