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Category Archives: Lancashire & the golf coast
The ruder world. Some random thoughts on spring, joy and harsh reality
Come, luscious spring, come with thy mossy roots, Thy weed-strown banks, young grass, and tender shoots Of woods newly-plashed, sweet smells of opening blooms, Sweet sunny mornings, and right glorious dooms Of happiness, to seek and harbour in, Far from … Continue reading
A Beatles kind of day
Nights are a bit of a trial at the moment. Sleep comes in shifts, my body grumbling every few hours, forcing me to grab my crutches, prod my way upstairs, then poke my crutch-supported way back down to the bedroom … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast
Tagged Beatles, Blue Jay Way, crutches, flowers, fog, Here Comes the Sun, recuperation, Sindy doll, sleeplessness, sun, weddings
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Patriotic thoughts, while on a level crossing
The train’s clattering out of the station with a bit of a wheeze. She may run on electricity – but she whines a lot. I’ve just been told, by a new British citizen, that this is the oldest electric railway … Continue reading
Moon over the meanygates
Dark clods of earth, like sticky remnants of Christmas pudding,* form ragged ridges over deep, ice-filled ruts. What once were puddles, ruffled by angry winds, now double as skating rinks – for voles and weasels, mice and stoats. A wintry, … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast
Tagged Christmas, Lancashire, meanygates, Mice, moon, moss-lands, new year, Ralph's Wife's Lane, stoats, voles, weasels
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The Queen and I
I can’t imagine we have much in common, her majesty and I. Other than being British. What with me being a commoner and Catholic and all. My sister’s called Elizabeth – that’s a kind of connection. Tenuous, I know. But … Continue reading
Sacrifice
Tonight could be emotional. I grab a handful of tissues, stuff them in my bag. Braving twenty-seven sets of traffic lights, we drive into Liverpool. Stow our car in the warm space beneath the circular cathedral. Choose seats on one … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged Death and Transfiguration, Faure Requiem, Liverpool Catholic Cathedral, peace, Peace memorial, poppy, Remembrance Sunday, Royal Liverpool Philharmonic orchestra, Salvation Army, Southport, War
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Of tinkers, magic – and the perils of mixing grape and chain.
I’m holding a small piece of black plastic with a hole at the top, like a short, fat, dysfunctional needle. Or a midget-sized witch’s magic wand. I waft the holey end in front of a little light and – abracadabra … Continue reading
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