Tag Archives: Birkdale

In a muddy field near Liverpool, he lies

Posted on November 9, 2018 by

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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Dogs, logs – and more important things

Posted on March 26, 2018 by

It was a two walk weekend, after a week of only one. And that one was to the shops. With a brief diversion into the cemetery. Those angels. They need watching over. Something about having strangers working in the house … Continue reading →

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Blowing in to an old new world

Posted on December 30, 2013 by

A Strauss waltz dances from the breakfast radio. Outside, the headless firs wave their arms like frenzied violinists in some arboreal orchestra. The tall birches, double basses of the tree world, waver and shiver, constrained by their stature – and … Continue reading →

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