Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast

Not in any way a last resort

Posted on April 21, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Easter Sunday. Cold. Grey. Windy. The occasional teardrop falling. Not mine. They dripped, now and then, from the eyes of the Rain God, lurking in his lair in the dismal clouds above. But I wasn’t surprised. Or disappointed. I’m used … Continue reading →

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Trampled. Green. And sparkly

Posted on March 21, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Flick. Skim. Flick. That was me, last Sunday, with the newspaper. Jaded with news, jaded with the world. Just jaded. Then an opinion piece caught my eye. About ‘the song of the selfie siren’. And the deaths that result from … Continue reading →

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More things in heaven and earth

Posted on March 15, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Last Saturday, early in the afternoon, I stood before a cottage window, gazing across a wide valley. Filtered through mist, great hills rose and fell, like whales caught in freeze frame, arcing from a hazy sea. Below the window, mere … Continue reading →

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Are people made from trees?

Posted on January 31, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

If Norse myths are to be believed then, yes, we are – and there are plenty of less credible stories around in these days of Trump triumphant. But I’m off politics. For today. So, staying with tales of yore… In … Continue reading →

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“… Sharing a park bench quietly?”

Posted on January 16, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

A park bench. Two old men, ‘lost in their overcoats’. And two young men, Simon and Garfunkel, perceptive enough in their mid-twenties to understand the importance of that friendship – and that bench. ’How terribly strange,’ they sang, ‘to be … Continue reading →

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Autumn. A little too close for comfort, this time

Posted on November 7, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s been the most beautiful autumn I can remember. The stillness of each reluctant dawn. The drama of the sunrise, turning the world from grey to lemon, gold to rose. The vast, v-shaped skeins of pink-footed geese heading for the … Continue reading →

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And Charlotte sighs

Posted on August 13, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Reality is fickle. The day is warm, the breeze light to non-existent. Technology tells us we’ve arrived at our destination. But technology is wrong, bamboozled by forces beyond its ken. A woman with bright red lipstick, walking a dog, stops … Continue reading →

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