Tag Archives: suburbs
An invisible man and a nice cup of tea
On dimly lit suburban streets, in the hours before dawn, it’s as silent as our world can be. Up in the lofty fir trees, knowing owls watch for prey. Foxes prowl through tangled brambles growing beyond neat garden fences. And … Continue reading
A bicycle, a gate and a lawnmower. Scratching beneath the surface of suburbia
I’m out on my bike. A gorgeous day – cold and crisp as a shiny new apple, fresh from the fridge. Wearing my helmet, of course, so can’t exactly feel the wind in my hair, but never mind. ‘Urrreugh.’ I … Continue reading
Posted in Liverpool, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged accident, bear, Bike, fence, gate, hedge, lawn mower, NSA, privacy, sea, suburbs, tea
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MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 