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Category Archives: Britain now & then
The Edge. Part II
Bank Holiday weekend was looming, so the weather was far from perfect. But on Alderley Edge the view was clear and the rain seemed to have withdrawn its threat for while. Plodding uphill, I’ll be honest, I felt a bit … Continue reading
The Edge. Part I
As any sensible grown-up knows, traffic on a Friday afternoon before a spring Bank Holiday weekend is likely to be bad – and unnecessary driving best avoided. As any sensible adult would almost certainly agree, if there’s also a train … Continue reading
A very few words, on tiny wings
Faeries are abroad. While the sun shines they dance, a skittish double-helix dance. And blossom bursts forth, like foam upon a crashing sea. There, that’s the limit of my poesy today! I’ve surprised a butterfly at rest. Captured its image … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast, Nature notes
Tagged blossom, butterflies, honeydew, Speckled Woods, sunbeams, sunshine
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Not in any way a last resort
Easter Sunday. Cold. Grey. Windy. The occasional teardrop falling. Not mine. They dripped, now and then, from the eyes of the Rain God, lurking in his lair in the dismal clouds above. But I wasn’t surprised. Or disappointed. I’m used … Continue reading
Life, death and the choruses of dawn
You don’t know how lucky you are. In my head are two other blog posts, desperate to escape. One about the futility of life, which features a waking nightmare. I was thinking my last thought, comprising very few words, which … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged bats, bees, birds, dawn chorus, Easter, European Space Agency, hares, Lady Day, spring, the universe, Venerable Bede
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Nonpareil. On voyaging from darkness, into light
I can’t remember what we had for breakfast. But, as always, we had tea. Thank goodness. Unusually, while still at table, I checked my emails on my phone. That’s where the shadow was waiting. My lovely husband, baby of five … Continue reading
A rather trifling matter
Custard has reared its head again. I’d planned to write about the colour yellow. While glorious spring was rampant and the British newly friendly on the street. Daring to go out without umbrellas. And smiling at total strangers. But that … Continue reading
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