Tag Archives: Longton Brickcroft Nature Reserve
Of birds and ponds, of war and peace
Walking round one of my intangible charms, in the first week of the new year, I was struck by a sound. Loud, persistent – and arguably cheerful. ‘Tea-too, tea-too, tea-too,’ sang a bird in full voice. As plangent a sound … Continue reading
“… Sharing a park bench quietly?”
A park bench. Two old men, ‘lost in their overcoats’. And two young men, Simon and Garfunkel, perceptive enough in their mid-twenties to understand the importance of that friendship – and that bench. ’How terribly strange,’ they sang, ‘to be … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 