Monthly Archives: September 2018

Believing all sorts of stuff

Posted on 29th September 2018 by Ian

A wooden garage door at the roadside was decorated with corroding brasses, souvenirs from visits to various places. A visit to Ireland had added a brass from Bushmills Distillery and a plaque bearing the fading words “céad míle fáilte.” The … Continue reading →

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A land of huorns and ents

Posted on 26th September 2018 by Ian

The dawn sunlight shone above the moorland below, the clear, sharp colours in the sky contrasting with the blanket of greyness at ground level. There was a moment’s temptation to stop the car and just to ponder the expanse of … Continue reading →

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An exceptionally long life?

Posted on 24th September 2018 by Ian

The windmill pictured above was a cause of mystery! We moved here to the village of High Ham in Somerset in February 1967.  Our house is the last in a line of council houses built in 1926.  Beyond our house, … Continue reading →

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Autumn comes to the Levels

Posted on 22nd September 2018 by Ian

The chief memory from primary school geography is the time when I turned the country around. In those times when making photocopies was a rare phenomenon confined to large institutions where xerox machines could reproduce cloudy images, tracing paper was … Continue reading →

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Bob Harris knows

Posted on 20th September 2018 by Ian

The gentle tones of Bob Harris were on the radio this evening. Undoubtedly, a Google search would tell me what age he is, but I prefer him to remain forever the indeterminate age he was when he presented The Old … Continue reading →

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