Category Archives: Britain now & then

Surfin’ downtown for an organ and some blondes

Posted on September 25, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

A bronzed surfer dude grabs a board, races into the water. I’m already there, paddling out, rays on my back, tanning through the oil. Surf’s up – and before you know it I’m riding the crest of a wave. Not … Continue reading →

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Forget Rome – if you would valiant be*, I’d go for three Bardseys

Posted on September 8, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

It’s all too beautiful. No, I’m not reliving the sixties (‘Itchy-coo Park’, for the benefit of you bright young things), I’m treading a well-worn path, trodden for hundreds of years. In wartime, by men from the RAF. In peacetime, by … Continue reading →

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Secrets, dragons and mills

Posted on September 6, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

How do you feel about secrets? I’m ambivalent. I love the idea of secret gardens. Valleys unlocked by a spell. Mountains where dragons lie hidden. Places where magic happens. Where the sun beams down on gentle hills from a forget-me-not sky. … Continue reading →

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A taste of (Pygmies’) honey – and two of the lonely people

Posted on July 17, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

 ‘You look tired.’ Just what you want to hear when you’ve put on the face you keep in a jar by the door and stepped out to face the day. [There’s a bit of a Beatles vibe to this post … Continue reading →

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Strutting cocks and thrusting spears . . .

Posted on June 6, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

A cock’s a-doodle-dooing, tail-feathers waving as he struts his stuff. ‘Look at me!’ he signals, to the world of hens. Chubby grey guinea fowl scurry around as one, moving hither and thither, to no apparent purpose. Like a cloud blown by … Continue reading →

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The Grand Local

Posted on April 4, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

In hairdressing salons all around town girls coiffed in big rollers sit, patiently, reading magazines, scrolling phones. Waiting for lash extensions, manicures, make-up. Outside, bitter gusts blow rubbish down the street. Men wearing scarves bend into the wind as they walk. Women in … Continue reading →

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