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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)

After 4 back to back weddings, headed into London town and the last days of Ruperts life in 11 Keith Grove. Packing up 20 plus years. While I rampaged in the undergrowth of the underneath floors, i caught Rupert researching the price of books on Internet. ' I bought this for 70 p now worth… Continue reading Weddings, London, Butterfly, Jason’s spring fest

The theme is horses and shooting. Cartridges for the men's name tags, Prosecco corks for the women's. Did they have to drink all those bottles to get the corks, shoot all those birds? Bobji, Kali and Crumpet chase a herd of deer through Essex fields. I bake upside down pear cake, grateful for a change… Continue reading Maidens Easter

First experience of Blythburgh unofficial film club, Friday, fish and chips in the White Hart (no parking if walking) pub before. Delicious, and warm hearted company (Sue and Val). The Guardian: a battle cry for the dispossessed "Ken Loach’s latest Palme d’Or winner, his second after 2006’s The Wind that Shakes the Barley, packs a hefty… Continue reading I Daniel Blake (film Blythburgh)

Trevor Howard, Orson Wells, that music, the zither. Harry Lime. And the cookoo clock quote. So missed Bob, he would have enjoyed seeing this film again, seen all sorts of things in it that I didn't and once again i would have marvelled as his sight. As the policeman arrest the woman, he reminds her:… Continue reading Third Man (film at the Cut)