Category Archives: Britain now & then

And Charlotte sighs

Posted on August 13, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Reality is fickle. The day is warm, the breeze light to non-existent. Technology tells us we’ve arrived at our destination. But technology is wrong, bamboozled by forces beyond its ken. A woman with bright red lipstick, walking a dog, stops … Continue reading →

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Two booklets and a spiral. Ways of being humankind

Posted on July 25, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Poetry seems to stalk the streets of Liverpool. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration given I’m basing it on a mere two examples, but they are good ones. I’ll start with the most recent. Last year I went to … Continue reading →

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Soundscapes [The Great Escape, days 3 &4]

Posted on July 9, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Tired legs. A little light rain. Wimbledon on the BBC. Day three becomes a day of rest. I’m finding something deep and reassuring in Haworth on this visit. As if the town is built on a well of feelings. And … Continue reading →

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Weathering Heights [The Great Escape, day 2]

Posted on July 5, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

‘Don’t trust anyone who tells you they know a short-cut!’ So says one young woman as a group of them emerge from the deep shade of many trees on a  steeply sloping hillside. We take no short cuts. But still … Continue reading →

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Worn. [The Great Escape, day 1]

Posted on July 4, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

A sunny Sunday in Haworth. No traffic. No urban buzz. Just gentle tourists bumbling around, collecting pollen (in cake form) from the cafes and the bakery. Some, wearing Joni Mitchell’s ‘passport smiles’, hail from foreign countries. They’ve done the Parsonage … Continue reading →

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A song (or two) for Europe

Posted on June 25, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

On Friday I felt like a shadow. Everything looked real, but I didn’t feel real. The world had changed –  but yet it hadn’t. Today I feel like a puppet on dodgy strings. One minute I’m acting my part as … Continue reading →

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The short route

Posted on May 17, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

Saturday morning. 6.40 am. Birds are chirruping, the sun has got his hat on, the sky’s forget-me-not blue. Try as I might, I can’t pretend I’m sleeping. I give up, get up and prepare for a weekend jaunt. Queen Street … Continue reading →

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