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A winter’s Eve, on the train
Her hair is glossy-pale. Slicked across her head into a neat ponytail with a hint of a curl at the end. Part blonde, part blue, pale blue. Colours of a clear winter’s sky on the eastern horizon, seconds after the … Continue reading
Soundscapes [The Great Escape, days 3 &4]
Tired legs. A little light rain. Wimbledon on the BBC. Day three becomes a day of rest. I’m finding something deep and reassuring in Haworth on this visit. As if the town is built on a well of feelings. And … Continue reading
‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’
Casablanca. That sweet German couple sitting in Rick’s. Drinking farewell brandies. Speaking English. Practising for America. Flying via Lisbon, no doubt. Where we’re heading next. By train. Trains run to timetables. Hours and minutes are important. Clocks (and watches) are … Continue reading
Patriotic thoughts, while on a level crossing
The train’s clattering out of the station with a bit of a wheeze. She may run on electricity – but she whines a lot. I’ve just been told, by a new British citizen, that this is the oldest electric railway … Continue reading
Windows in the rain
Clickety-click clickety-click clickety-click. A six-carriage train, like a long yellow caterpillar, glides through the distant gorse, appears briefly, then disappears into the trees. We’re sitting on top of a big dune here, hence the stands of golden gorse and pine … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 