Monthly Archives: October 2018

Misreading Percy

He was a small, dapper, white haired man. He would have been one of the guests at the primary school Christmas dinner, which he attended wearing dark shoes, flannel trousers, a V-necked pullover and a collar and tie. Half a … Continue reading

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Measuring reality

Were I to be asked my favourite website on the whole of the Internet, there would be no hesitation in answering that it was timeanddate.com. It offers information about the enduring and inescapable realities of life: sunrise and sunset, equinoxes and … Continue reading

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A lost highwayman

A family wedding in Gloucestershire brought conversations with cousins not seen in years. “Ian, do you remember the man in the black horse when we went to Saint Ives?” “The highwayman?” I asked. “Yes, he was riding on the beach.” … Continue reading

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Egg money

There was an evening during my years in Dublin when a group from the parish went out for a meal before going to the theatre to see Brian Friel’s play, Philadelphia, Here I Come! One member of the group, a businessman … Continue reading

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The sea is so vast and my boat is so small

The English Channel is not the Atlantic. It does not have the huge swell, with peaks so high and troughs so deep that you lose sight of boats making their gradual progress through heavy seas. It does not have huge … Continue reading

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