Category Archives: Travelling

An airlock, rune mastery & the meaning of life

Posted on October 11, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

The Swedish train was impressive. We’d flown into Stockholm from Manchester – after another early taxi thanks to untimely rail strikes – with carry-on luggage only, for a (slightly) cheaper ticket. In no time at all we were standing, somewhat … Continue reading →

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Trips off my tongue

Posted on October 10, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

I’ll soon be writing up the first of what may be several pieces about our recent trip to Sweden, but, in the meantime, hope you’ll enjoy these appetisers, fresh from my little pink notebook. Word-food-pictures 1 At Hambergsfisk – a … 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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‘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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If  you would like to see a few more pictures and a video you have to turn sideways to watch, oops!  😉  of the small press I visited and wrote about in Dylan, dogs and the devil it is now … Continue reading →

Posted on July 8, 2017 by memoirsofahusk | 6 Comments

The witch’s cauldron

Posted on February 21, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Hubble bubble. Toil – and so much trouble. It’s been a while since I penned a post. Titles sit alphabetically festering in my file. Symbols, waiting to lead into eloquent cries of woe. Painful shrieks of angst. Or even, you … Continue reading →

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What is the sound of one hand clapping?

Posted on January 23, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

If you recognise that question you could be into Zen philosophy. Or you could, like me, have heard it asked in Van Morrison’s song, Enlightenment. In fact the question is derived from a Zen ‘koan’ – a concept described by … Continue reading →

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