Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast

Tangled up. Sometimes in blue

‘You’re keeping busy’, someone said to me to me this week, as if I were a retired person going on serial coach trips. Not that there’s anything wrong with coach trips. Especially if they involve drinking illicit alcohol on the … Continue reading

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Of birds and ponds, of war and peace

Walking round one of my intangible charms, in the first week of the new year, I was struck by a sound. Loud, persistent – and arguably cheerful. ‘Tea-too, tea-too, tea-too,’ sang a bird in full voice. As plangent a sound … Continue reading

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Missing the dark

Memory of the Solstice fades. The comfort of those longed-for days of lessening light, increasing night. I love that time of year – but then, I’m one of the lucky ones. With a home, heating, and warm clothes. A plentiful … Continue reading

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Falling

First came hail. Then stinging sleet, whipping my cheeks like an angry weather monster. Later, lonely white flakes fell – dawdling down in isolation. Mere afterthoughts. Certainly not a snowfall. The clouds passed, their smoke-grey curtain drawn back, revealing a … Continue reading

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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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