Kevin and I listened to Ed Miliband giving his statement on UK plans to sanction Israel and the debate that followed - reaching the same point: at last, intelligent and useful debate in that otherwise fight ring of the commons. Not only was his debate well formed and delivered with a measured passion, but the… Continue reading Milliband and at last debate
A poem by Catherine Nicholson – Leavings
Leavings At first there were hardly any of them,a few small groups, no more than twenty,picking quietly through vegetation,hunting small game, grubbing upanything going. They never settled in any one placebecause each halt was soon depleted.They moved like fire, devoured each scrapof food they found, then left the forestto clear up behind them. We still… Continue reading A poem by Catherine Nicholson – Leavings
Farewell to Conrad
My memory of Conrad, who died in April this year, is recorded earlier here. There was no public funeral but a friend, Danny Bee had arranged a gathering for a 'Radical walk' Sunday, 6th September. I missed the walk. Damn it. It wasn't because arriving early, I spontaneously explored Stratford and the V&A Store room,… Continue reading Farewell to Conrad
Kobo days
She did not like the lead. I remember Kali bucking like a bronco when I put one on for the first time. The human need to protect , control, the umbilical cord that will hopefully one day be abandoned replaced by trust. But now, as I prepare to walk her down the Beccles road, she… Continue reading Kobo days
Handstands with Dean and Michael
It has been a while, perhaps over a year. Why have I not been able to find the time for this gift of Dean and Michael and their invitation to write? I once walked 125 stepsOn my hands. Someonemust have countedas the number comes downthese 60 plus years.Along with the greatness.I was the best.From the… Continue reading Handstands with Dean and Michael
Kobo arrived
I don't recall this intimate playfulness, cuddle, joy with such a bundle - with Kali, Bobji or Brow, as I have with this little diamond of a dog, Kobo. This was the first week, 7 days. So many cuddles. My favourite photo is with Billy, who left us that day after a year at Kinda.… Continue reading Kobo arrived
Flood the zone: Greatest on earth Profit and loss.
At 250 years the United states is oldest republic on earth, we are the freest people on earth,... we are the strongest and most powerful country on earth, by the grace of God the United States is the must successful most accomplished most exceptional ever to exist in human history. And it is great to… Continue reading Flood the zone: Greatest on earth Profit and loss.
Kali and Kier Starmer
The anniversary of Kali's death last year fell on the dramatic day Kier Starmer resigned as our Prime Minister. I spent the day thinking of Kali and Kier, one a long life, the other too short. I read again of his last days, but above all I recalled our beginnings and our journey. As it… Continue reading Kali and Kier Starmer
Salle Church, Finzi Clarinet, on Mid Summers eve with Kevin
Kevin chose well, to watch a game of village cricket on the village green, as our backdrop to the picnic (thank you BlackDog). I felt as if I was in the Archers. Quintessential it was, the fields of golden corn behind a dark green hedge and oaks arising, as human beings played a game with… Continue reading Salle Church, Finzi Clarinet, on Mid Summers eve with Kevin
A June day
A June day started with a rush to the community garden: the rain had stopped, the forecast was dire (sunshine rest of week and even heat wave) the imperative to get the squash in the ground governed. They had been waiting for 3 days which were spent dallying in Socratic Dialogue in the woods. The… Continue reading A June day
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