Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast

Fancy a ramble?

I know. No more blogging I said. Well, this is the exception that proves the rule. And it’s a long one. So, make a pot of tea or coffee, cut a slice of cake – whatever you fancy – and … Continue reading

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In the company of twitchers

Solitary men. Mostly. Some in camouflage clothing. Cameras with long lenses. Tripods slung over shoulders. Patient people. Often, it seems to me, not quite sad, but resigned. And a closeness amid the isolation. A willingness to share as they seek … Continue reading

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In a muddy field near Liverpool, he lies

It was a 45 minute drive. I pulled on wellies, ready to tromp through mud to take a picture. The least I could do, in the circumstances. I could see no obvious entry point so went to the office labelled … Continue reading

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A sparkler, for Emily

November the fifth.  Monday. The big public firework displays have already blossomed and died. The weekend nights whizzing and banging. Pulsing with sights that vie with the northern lights for colour, but cannot touch them for magic. But today is … Continue reading

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Sun, fun and feeling the wind in your hair

One of my favourite works of fiction is the Deptford Trilogy by the late Canadian author, Robertson Davies. A master story-teller if ever there was one. In it, one young boy’s instinctive reaction sets the fantastical ball of the story … Continue reading

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No bogeymen

“Oh what a beautiful mor-nin’, oh what a  beautiful day, I’ve got a beautiful feelin’ … “ Pull the curtains and it’s blue out there. Cold, but blue. Sleeping upstairs, in the snug, on the sofabed, as the Prof (in … Continue reading

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Butterfly kisses

As afternoon mellowed to evening, a skittish east wind began to play. And with it, the unmistakable smell of smoke made its now-nightly debut. It seems some people get a kick from lighting fires on our tinder-dry moorlands and natural … Continue reading

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