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Category Archives: Britain now & then
Five foot two, eyes of blue, yellow bags – and a grand tea, too
‘Diddly diddly diddly doo’ – hard to imagine, if you’re not there, but that’s the audience participation bit – along with ‘ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!’ – to the song, Delilah. It’s a strange song, Delilah. Creepy and jaunty – … Continue reading
Miranda the intake nymph
“I’ll just set it back to zero.” It’s not what you’d expect in the middle of England. But then, the middle of England’s probably not where you’d think it might be. According to its inhabitants, the tiny village of Dunsop … Continue reading
Hidden. Easter Sunday mirages at the beach
A skylark rises, invisible, like the gentle, irregular whistle of a barely boiling kettle, singing on the hob. A good day to be a skylark. The merlins and sparrowhawks will be flummoxed by the clammy sea-mist that’s swirling in the … Continue reading
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
Scents and scent’s ability
A squeeze, a touch and there it is. A white plastic shrine, four or five inches tall, no more. Two tiny doors that open outwards. Inside, the figure of a slight, wistful-looking woman in blue, hands joined in prayer, standing … Continue reading
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