Monthly Archives: March 2020

Youthful distancing

Asthma meant going away to school at the age of fourteen. The school was tucked into a valley deep among the granite tors and outcrops of Dartmoor. It was reached by a single tracked road from the village of Manaton, … Continue reading

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Looking for the station

The death of my Dad brought moments simply to stop and think, moments to drive through familiar lanes and to recall journeys with him. We must have travelled through Upton hundreds of times. Upton was fascinating to a small boy … Continue reading

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Grief

Dad loved David Jason in A Touch of Frost.┬áThe television crime series about a detective inspector captured Dad’s feelings about justice and injustice, about freedom and authority, about truth and lies. David Jason seems able to express the entire range … Continue reading

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Going to work

Dad was sat beside his hospital bed, in one of those wards where no-one seemed to think that natural light might improve the patients’ sense of well-being. It was hard to know whether it was day or night outside, even … Continue reading

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Tea and books

Perfect contentment in teenage years was a mug of tea and a book. I drank tea that was excessively sweet, three spoons of sugar, and read voraciously. Perhaps the lack of alternative diversion explained the tea and reading, but there … Continue reading

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