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Oh what delight to rock up on the bike, peddling fast down Norwich hill by skin of teeth to meet the 11 o’clock rendez-vous to find Tamsyn leading the Hooker trail around Halesworth, this Hooker celebration weekend. Of course, she was. She is after all, Halesworth in Bloom inspirer, a great gardener, creator, mover and… Continue reading Hooker & Tamsyn and Gorilla planting in Halesworth
Discussion: We all enjoyed the novel experience of listening or reading or sometimes both. Peggy found her extraordinary voice easy to listen to. Phillip still found it annoying and read the transcripts. We discussed the main tenant of Mantal’s lectures, namely the ‘fictitious’ nature of history. Joan’s archeologist friend - stick to the facts everything… Continue reading Hilary Mantel – The Reith Lectures July 2017
Unbelievably Leslie arrived with her charge - a dog. Across London, and on a train from Liverpool street changing at Ipswich. I'd never placed Leslie with a dog, just as I'd never imagined her in India, until she arrived. Actually she's far more open and versatile than I give credit for, and she'd got a… Continue reading Leslie to Suffolk
With the best hamburger I'd ever had ('we do for farmers, so they know what's good' the happy Mobile Grill man explained. 'So good I'll have no sauce', i say) in hand, along with two dogs on two leads - challenging - we found the footpath through a rusty metal gate. I'd been here before,… Continue reading The Beck
Chasing the day, moving stuff from one place to the next, a car stops, a woman gets out holding a ream of paper. 'Would you like a ream of paper?' she asks with a quizzical smile. 'Who wouldn't? Yes, please' I say, happy to accept not knowing from where it comes. 'That's all we have… Continue reading Unexpected ream of paper
L o n g e s t D a y / Shortest night Welcome to the wood! Bonfire and a walk to see the orchids Wednesday 21st June 2017 5.30 Orchid walk 6.30pm wood Rachel’s wood in Holton Beccles Road Park at East Lodge, Beccles Road, Holton IP19 8NQ and walk down Bring to share… Continue reading Invitation, longest day shortest night
I wake up this morning, so missing him. As he would say, I forget to find this, say this, declare how it feels, amid the dead end streets of silent brothers. Those every day calls, conversations, repetitions, oh how i'd love to talk Trump with him. He was my best friend, the one who knew… Continue reading Bob
In the first rain in over a month, drove down to Jason's for the first of his Spring Fest writers dinners with Alistair Carr talk on the dry Sahara. I'd bumped into Alistair on Halesworth station, the dog rather than I attracted him, and so learned he was a writer of travel in West Africa.… Continue reading Non dual in Suffolk (Jason’s)
The last letter to the brothers is written. A line is drawn. Friends have been useful. Sara is right, they will find a justification for their actions. Why couldn't they have been honest and kind? Umi is right, it does not all rest with the brothers - Bob could have been more explicit and I did… Continue reading Bob-end
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