Tag Archives: Jane Eyre
High on a hill was a lonely …
Me. Not a goatherd. And not so much lonely as alone. It was the fords across the stream that did it, made me think of The Sound of Music. That and the hill. Which, to one used to the flat … Continue reading
And Charlotte sighs
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
“Cold in the earth – and fifteen wild Decembers”
The Yorkshire moors are cold, this time of year – cold and dramatic. But when the sun shines and the frost bites, when flecks of snow fly, gentle, on a breath of wind – then, they are soaringly beautiful. Is … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 