Monthly Archives: September 2020

A future in which Grandad could drive

Posted on 7th September 2020 by Ian

The times being what they are, everything has become hard to predict, particularly traffic. Traffic depends on the times at which people travel and when few companies, institutions and people seem to follow the hours that were once conventional, then … Continue reading →

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A muscular response

Posted on 5th September 2020 by Ian

My mother sat drinking a mug of tea and pondering past moments. “Do you know Dad and I were in Bridgwater one day and there were a group of boys coming down the street and knocking people out of their … Continue reading →

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An unsuccessful short story

Posted on 3rd September 2020 by Ian

I wrote this story back in the spring as an entry for the Yeovil Literary Prize and posted it on For the Fainthearted, my other blog. It is a story that was inspired by an old lady in our village … Continue reading →

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An uncertain future for farming

Posted on 1st September 2020 by Ian

Our village is so rural that it has no street lights. Stand and look from the upstairs window of my mother’s house and for miles around the surrounding landscape is entirely agricultural, yet farming hardly features in the conversation. To … Continue reading →

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