Monthly Archives: August 2018

Well-built

There was a moment of hurt. A local parody website carried a photograph including members of my family. It was labelled, “Autumn Fashion Collection, 1975,” and underneath someone had commented, “ooh, aargh.” My grandfather on whose farm it was taken … Continue reading

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A whiff of autumn

Autumn has come early. There were three bonfires visible yesterday evening, smoke drifted across a field at the front of the house, this morning the rain is heavy and persistent. Perhaps the summer will manage one last gasp before September … Continue reading

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If I won the Euromillions

Standing at the end of the fruit counter in Tesco, out of the way of any other shopper, I ticked off items from the shopping list. “There,” a voice said.¬†Looking up, I realised a woman had placed a large box … Continue reading

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Missing a river

Standing on the banks of the River Parrett one afternoon, there seemed something not quite right, something missing. In memory there had been a tributary running from the river, not the River Yeo, but something running toward the town. In … Continue reading

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Healthy eating

Spreading the fresh bread with butter and spooning on locally made jam, there was a memory of Tony. It was breaktime and we stood in the classroom talking about anything and nothing. There was hardly a subject that had not … Continue reading

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