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There they were: Black, leather, Eco – You always bought Eco – On the kitchen floor While you were not. Oddly empty, with your feet so particular: flat footed, broad based, carrying your bow legs belly, and that great head with shock of hair. Pigeon toed, uneven, Yet determined, even angry, gait increasingly unsteady, Burdened.  In… Continue reading Shoes

Radio 4 this morning: ‘Think of someone you admire. Adopt their posture. Attribute to them a colour. Make it even brighter. Borrow that person for that day’. Jaya. Yes. Yellow. Brighter. I find myself smiling, standing straight, borrowing Jaya for the day.

Once again Rupert arrived by bicycle, this time from Ipswich, and in December dusk. After a swift half at the Wenhaston Star, we dined on light veg stir fry, easy in each others company. We'd known each other for over 20 years, and the dance was seamless to pick up after a gap in which Rupert had… Continue reading Rupert to Halesworth (Dec 2015)

The dog and I in the Boxer camper, parked up at Barton on Humber, under the great concrete stretch of the Humber Bridge, for a dog walk and memory. When my mother was at school, they were instructed to write an essay on what life would be like with a bridge across the Humber. How… Continue reading Cottingham with Pat (Nov 2015)

The weather changed from unusual November mild, to clear skies and our first taste of cold. I didn't like it, had become too soft. I was about to camp, albeit in a lux campervan. Putting the winter vest on for the first time this year, I packed the hot water bottle and drove the 30… Continue reading Aldeburgh Doc Fest 2015

It was her face. So steady, miraculously still, constant, honest. Saoirse Ronan played the young Irish woman, who left her small town life, leaving her sister behind to look after her mother, and ventured to America where an Irish priest found her work and lodging in Brooklyn. Maggie Smith played the landlady who controlled the… Continue reading Brooklyn (Cinema City, Norwich with Bob)

You needed to know Fargo the film by the Cohen brothers, described by them as based on a true story, but in fact not. You'd need to know that Kumiko was based on a true story of a Japanese girl going to Minnesota in search of the Fargo treasure. I didn't know either. So the… Continue reading Kumiko, the Treasure Hunter (The Cut)

Why I love the Cut. Unexpectedly a film in French, based on Ruth Randal short story. Grown up relationships where there is no shouting, and keen honesty - even though there is lieing. Yes, the first lie started when she changes David's name to Virginia on her phone. The background fast forwards: a close girl… Continue reading The new girlfriend

I'd met him once before at Aldeburgh. This time, in conversation with Dean, I felt an innate shyness. Odd when one recalls his confident youthful beginnings. At the age of 15 he was on a trajectory, on the road, anchored with notable poets: McGough 10 years older, was slightly awed by him. Part of the… Continue reading Brian Patten (Halesworth Arts Festival 2015)

I think it was half way through I noticed Julia was wearing odd boots. The crossed over foot was jigging to the beat of Diana reading from Threads (The delicate life of John Craske). Indeed two remarkable women, both comfortable with themselves and each other. Julia, so quick to laugh with ease, enjoys the finding… Continue reading Julia Blackburn – in conversation with Diana Quick (Halesworth Arts Festival 2015)