Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

The other end of the First World War. ‘Tipperary mbali sana, sana’

Posted on November 22, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

Imagine a human chain of sixteen and a half thousand people, mostly barefoot and carrying heavy burdens – sixty pounds, twenty seven kilos – on their heads. Some pulling carts. Walking up to fifteen miles a day under the searing … Continue reading →

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In a muddy field near Liverpool, he lies

Posted on November 9, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

It was a 45 minute drive. I pulled on wellies, ready to tromp through mud to take a picture. The least I could do, in the circumstances. I could see no obvious entry point so went to the office labelled … Continue reading →

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A sparkler, for Emily

Posted on November 6, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

November the fifth.  Monday. The big public firework displays have already blossomed and died. The weekend nights whizzing and banging. Pulsing with sights that vie with the northern lights for colour, but cannot touch them for magic. But today is … Continue reading →

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Guest Blog Post

Posted on October 29, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

Dear fellow bloggers and readers, I have never reblogged a post before – but as America heads to the mid-terms and we spiral towards Brexit, this one struck me as topical, thought provoking – and erudite. I hope you find … Continue reading →

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Us and them

Posted on September 2, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

‘Yeah, all right,’ I said, to a cheeky young lad, The lad was standing outside Cartwright Hall. Which is in Lister Park. Which is on the edge of Manningham, in Bradford, West Yorkshire. I’d been avoiding real world issues for … Continue reading →

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Limbo

Posted on August 13, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

Here I am. Sitting at my desk. Anxious. Waiting. Again. After last week’s tense, stressful wait for the prof’s immigration status to be legalised when his first visa reached its end date. (Normally done without too much hassle by contacting … Continue reading →

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Butterfly kisses

Posted on July 2, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

As afternoon mellowed to evening, a skittish east wind began to play. And with it, the unmistakable smell of smoke made its now-nightly debut. It seems some people get a kick from lighting fires on our tinder-dry moorlands and natural … Continue reading →

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