Monthly Archives: September 2018

A soft moor road

Posted on 18th September 2018 by Ian

Nythe Road is closed. It must be forty-five years or more since the new bridges were built on Nythe Road was closed. It was officially closed for weeks at the time, but farmers could not be cut off from their … Continue reading →

Posted in Out and about | Leave a comment

Turning the pages

Posted on 16th September 2018 by Ian

Two weeks into the autumn term, and where would we have been? The memories of the summer holidays would have rapidly receded; when you are at primary school, a fortnight is an eternity, but what thoughts would have filled the … Continue reading →

Posted in Unreliable memories | Leave a comment

Nursery days

Posted on 14th September 2018 by Ian

Gardeners’ World never includes the sort of activity that occupied two of my summers, do you ever see Monty Don doing dull and repetitive activities? Activities like cutting literally thousands of iris rhizomes. Cutting iris rhizomes was among the jobs … Continue reading →

Posted in Unreliable memories | Leave a comment

Four and four and one make ten

Posted on 12th September 2018 by Ian

This was an unsuccessful entry into the annual Yeovil Literary Prize Short Story Competition. The garden gate of the cottage opened directly onto a road where someone unaware of the hazards of country roads might legally drive at sixty miles … Continue reading →

Posted in Attempts at writing | 7 Comments

Red engines

Posted on 10th September 2018 by Ian

Heading southward on the M5 motorway, a fire engine was travelling north on the other carriageway. Traffic was streaming past it as it made its sedate way. A vintage engine from the 1950s or the 1960s, it must have demanded … Continue reading →

Posted in Unreliable memories | Leave a comment