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Three winters’ tales, of darkness and light

Posted on December 24, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Part 3: And now, a time for dancing Three Winter Tales of Darkness and Light will be available in a booklet illustrated by the wonderful Siân Bailey from Cosi & Veyn in autumn 2020:  http://www.cosiandveyn.co.uk  

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Standing stones, hillforts – and defying a guardian wind

Posted on January 1, 2016 by memoirsofahusk

It’s a dour day. Stoking the smouldering coals of melancholy. And it’s further than it seems, the journey. A sign catches my eye. ‘Stone circle,’ I read aloud.  Then add, to my own surprise, ‘let’s go’. It’s a while before … Continue reading →

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Hidden. Easter Sunday mirages at the beach

Posted on April 5, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

A skylark rises, invisible, like the gentle, irregular whistle of a barely boiling kettle, singing on the hob. A good day to be a skylark. The merlins and sparrowhawks will be flummoxed by the clammy sea-mist that’s swirling in the … Continue reading →

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Mist rolling in from the sea (but not on the Mull of Kintyre)

Posted on October 7, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Amazing what Aged White can do. Paint, that is. BTP (Before The Paint), the head of our bed backed onto the green and silver wallpaper that someone, somewhere, had imagined resembled vegetation. I looked at it and felt Ophelia-esque. As … Continue reading →

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