Sunday Walk up into the beech wood With the place to ourselves, we walked out and up into the wood. Maddie, Mitko carrying George, Julie-Marie and I. George is 10 Kilos, and Mitko carried throughout - only half way giving the support of my Indian scarf wrapping it around as the Indians use it to… Continue reading Socratic Dialogue – Springe – Postscript
Passing Ringsfield Church on the way to a green gathering, reminded of this extraordinary story, of Princes Caroline Murat, buried here. As Pevsner observed, very Pere Lachaise style http://www.suffolkchurches.co.uk/ringsfield.htm
‘One of the last times I saw John Ashworth, was on his 70th birthday gathering. Then he said, probably the next time we shall all be gathered will be for my funeral. It almost was.Wivenhoe, The Garden Cottage.Soon after we arrived at Garden Cottage (a deceptive name for a half timbered substantial town house), John… Continue reading Dive into our Essex pasts
The tribe of dogs and Julia and I, motored across Metfield Airfield, to Harleston, to visit Les in his new home. Ten years ago he returned from San Sipria in France, separated from his 3rd wife, and settled in Harleston, in a dolls house of a home, off the London Road. Every surface, wall and… Continue reading Les Maden
The police, five of them, were fast. 1145 on a Saturday morning. Fresh home from the launderette, drying rack on. Knock knock, on the inner upstairs door. “Its the police” (not Elena). They let themselves in and handcuff me immediately. “Arrest” they keep singing enchantingly.
I am barely give five mimnutes to collect my possessions. They tease and make fun of me. They raid the bathroom cabinet for the medication I am NOW after. There ain’t no label with yo name on it, can’t have this. They hold a small glass ov water, expecting me to somehow drink it handcuffed without assisting.
I assemble a small bag. I need a half hour timer in case this isn’t a ‘quick and snappy’ case that will only take an hour or two. I am denied my chargers, a top to wear – I am barely naked imo. No chargers, no books, only…
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Here's a selection of photographs from Halesworth Thoroughfare flower displays.
Three almost came about prior to the official departure of jet, the first pup to go. I could not find comet. For 3 hours I searched pathways, ditches, even the roadway, before I came to the conclusion - he’s been trafficked. Stollen from under my eyes. I’d heard a car draw up as I was… Continue reading Now we are 3
Was gifted to me today by John Esling. Perhaps be more obnoxious when presented with more requests for work? was a suggestion.