Tag Archives: Christmas

Stories…

Posted on December 4, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

It’s the time of year for dark nights, warm hearts and magical tales – well, in the northern hemisphere and its cooler climes it is! I am busy working on my annual offering of seasonal tales, my head buzzing with … Continue reading →

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The little matchgirl. A tale re-told. Part 2 of 2

Posted on December 20, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

A spiteful wind howls around the streets. Blows away the fog, the smoke – the warmth. Jack Frost mocks the locked gates of the arcade. Dances through their iron bars, into the doorway where the little girl huddles. Touches her … Continue reading →

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Jesus weeps. The Pope, Christmas, war – and lemon myrtle soap

Posted on November 28, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

The pope gave a sermon last month which was widely reported. It was timely. The western world was turning its thoughts to the annual winter ritual of overspending and over-eating. No surprise, then, that the resulting headlines all seemed to … Continue reading →

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Moon over the meanygates

Posted on December 31, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Dark clods of earth, like sticky remnants of Christmas pudding,* form ragged ridges over deep, ice-filled ruts. What once were puddles, ruffled by angry winds, now double as skating rinks – for voles and weasels, mice and stoats. A wintry, … Continue reading →

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Seagulls’ wings, the Snow Queen and a musical time machine

Posted on December 24, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

High wind. The seagulls riding it like rodeo stars, their wings ‘like parentheses drawn in the sky’. I’m hearing a song in my head. ‘Listen to the oh-shun, echoes of a million seashells …’ I’m back, for an instant, in … Continue reading →

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Bonfire of the insanities

Posted on January 3, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

The track is overgrown with tall grass, but a vehicle definitely passed this way, once upon a time. That should be a comfort, but it isn’t. I peer at the guide book in the yellow light of my torch and … Continue reading →

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A bakery’s not just for Christmas

Posted on October 12, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

There’s a hush fallen over the world. Snow lies deep on the ground and barely a  car creeps by. The sky’s an odd shade of grey and the clouds hang low in the sky. It’s as if a great duvet’s … Continue reading →

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