Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast

What lies beneath

I asked permission to take a picture at the fracture clinic in our local hospital yesterday. At first I couldn’t decide how I felt about the poppy, the symbol of remembrance for those who died in conflict, serving their country.  … Continue reading

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A graveyard’s cure

Our local cemetery is about a third of the way between our house and the nearest shops. It’s a beautiful place. Serene. Full of love and grief, of stories barely told. Today, of necessity walking to the shops, thanks to … Continue reading

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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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