Category Archives: Britain now & then

What lies beneath

Posted on November 10, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

I asked permission to take a picture at the fracture clinic in our local hospital yesterday. At first I couldn’t decide how I felt about the poppy, the symbol of remembrance for those who died in conflict, serving their country.  … Continue reading →

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A graveyard’s cure

Posted on October 31, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Our local cemetery is about a third of the way between our house and the nearest shops. It’s a beautiful place. Serene. Full of love and grief, of stories barely told. Today, of necessity walking to the shops, thanks to … Continue reading →

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“The horn, the horn, the lusty horn”

Posted on September 15, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

There was rain and wind and troubled sleep. There were tired eyes and weary limbs. But it was worth it. For the thrill of a new and strange experience. An experience unique in all the world. Unique to … Staffordshire. … Continue reading →

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Gui-tars and Garter Stitch

Posted on September 12, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

British friends and rellies thought we were mad. I thought we were mad. Hurricane one had already hit, devastating Houston. Hurricane two was limbering up in the wings, gulping steroids. Somehow we’d booked our flight to Texas for the lull … Continue reading →

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The line: is it drawn? The curse: is it cast?

Posted on August 31, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Well? Will you get out of the way? Or lend a hand? Forgive me. I’m taking liberties with the words of Nobel-Literature-Prize-winning poet, songster and disappointing-live-performer, Bob Dylan. Yes, disappointing. I was disappointed. Except for his rendition of ‘Something’ by … Continue reading →

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The beholding I

Posted on July 19, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to make a fuss about it. But I think I’ve acquired a supernatural power. I know. Unlikely. But I’ve suspected it for some time and on Sunday I decided I was right. You see, … Continue reading →

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‘She’s leaving home…’

Posted on July 15, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading →

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