Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast

Every piston tells a story (in which Jezebel goes on an outing)

Posted on April 29, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Jezebel, our nine-year-old Skoda, sits at home, alone most of the time. The main variety in her daily life is a trip to the Co-op, shopping. (I empathise.) There are times, though, when Jezzie has a really grand day out. … Continue reading →

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My house for a Hockney? Well, I’d miss the spitting cones …

Posted on April 19, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Ahhhh. Spring. I love it. Well, when it’s sunny I do. Yes, even if it’s ch-ch-ch-ch-chilly. Today the trees have that Impressionist look about them – les nuages comme des little puffs of Pope-announcing white smoke. Le ciel, bleu comme … Continue reading →

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Of blue pens and high hopes

Posted on April 3, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

The village high street’s heaving and the wine bar’s been full a good while now. But it’s not yet ten o’clock. In the morning. A pudgy coach rolls its girth down the road, huffs and puffs into a parking place … Continue reading →

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Blowing in to an old new world

Posted on December 30, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

A Strauss waltz dances from the breakfast radio. Outside, the headless firs wave their arms like frenzied violinists in some arboreal orchestra. The tall birches, double basses of the tree world, waver and shiver, constrained by their stature – and … Continue reading →

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