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Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast
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
A couple of months in the ups and downs
An old English folk song inspired the title. And to cheer you into this largely pictorial post here it is, sung by Steeleye Span. Those ups and downs are NOT the kind I’m referring to – I’ve never asked a … Continue reading
“O Word of Fear”
It’s been a very long time. Not since the mid-1990s in fact. And that was at a small, rural sewage treatment works in Wiltshire. Rural sewage treatment works tend to be havens for wildlife – and also quiet, hard to … Continue reading
I’ve published a post on my other site, the one where I express my nerd-like interest in things being made or done in Britain, about a printing company in Lancashire that has the last Intertype line-casting machine ever made. A … Continue reading
The Ides of March
Beware, cried the soothsayer. Or was it the East wind? As I sit down to write this post – amid boxes of tiles, plaster dust and paint – I calculate that it’s XIII days before the Kalends of April. I … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Liverpool, Nature notes
Tagged Crosby, Ides, Kalends, Lancashire, letterpress, Nones, rainbows, Rufford Printing Company, soothsayer, the mosses
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Through a glass, brightly
I did think about calling this post Chicken Oblivious. But you know how it is. The cyclist would have been offended. If he’d known. I’d spent the afternoon engrossed in watching a kind of ballet. Two people, dancing a pas … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Lancashire & the golf coast
Tagged Art, Cedar Farm, colour, glass, kitchens, lighting, Mawdesley
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Slacks, golf – and George
When, in 2004, we moved up north to Liverpool, we bought a house in complete ignorance of the district’s main attraction: ten minutes’ walk from our front door was a long, sandy beach. I knew the land came to an … Continue reading
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