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The short route
Saturday morning. 6.40 am. Birds are chirruping, the sun has got his hat on, the sky’s forget-me-not blue. Try as I might, I can’t pretend I’m sleeping. I give up, get up and prepare for a weekend jaunt. Queen Street … Continue reading
Thoughts on a morning in spring
Oh, what a glorious sky! So many words for blue – and yet not one will do it justice. Here in Northern World, we’re accustomed to wintry gloom and misty, damp spring days. Perhaps the word for this colour eludes … Continue reading
“Not even a pot to piss in”
I’ll never look at a certain shape of pot again without thinking of urine. Made of plain clay, it’s taller than you’d imagine a ‘piss-pot’ would be – and narrower round the neck than at its widest point. It stood … Continue reading
Ben. One word. [dramatic pause] Tampons. The future is tampons
It didn’t happen quite like that. But it might’ve if Mr McGuire could’ve foreseen where plastics might lead Ben. It’s in the film, The Graduate, when a squirm-inducing party’s underway. Soignée women smoking. Slippery men drinking – oozing worldly wisdom … Continue reading
An invisible man and a nice cup of tea
On dimly lit suburban streets, in the hours before dawn, it’s as silent as our world can be. Up in the lofty fir trees, knowing owls watch for prey. Foxes prowl through tangled brambles growing beyond neat garden fences. And … Continue reading
Boum!
No armchair for God today. Not even a paltry cushion. No, I’m not having visions, I’m singing – in my head. It’s an old song by the French singer, Charles Trenet, in which this line appears: ‘Et le bon Dieu … Continue reading
Blood on the wall, guts on the floor – ah, the wonder of nature
It’s that time of year – again. Funny how the seasons keep on coming around, but it’s always a bit of a surprise when you notice. When I notice, I mean. The last few mornings, mist has hung like a … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast
Tagged autumn, bats, birds, blackberries, blood, fox, honeysuckle, poo, Rosebay Willowherb, sparrowhawk, tawny owl
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