Monthly Archives: April 2022

Ten years ago today

Posted on 30th April 2022 by Ian

Ten years ago today, I set off at 8 o’clock on a Sunday morning to drive the three hundred miles from the Mediterranean village of Collioure to the city of Bordeaux. Two hours or so later, I pulled into a … Continue reading →

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Patterns in the wallpaper

Posted on 27th April 2022 by Ian

Fuchsia is in bloom in the garden of a friend. April seems an early time for it. It evokes a jumble of images that crowded into the mind. It evoked a windswept beach with clouds tumbling across the sky with … Continue reading →

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The smell of virtue comes from a tin

Posted on 25th April 2022 by Ian

On Good Friday, we visited family graves placing flowers. Some of the stones and surround were in need of a clean. Dirt and lichens had obscured the names of the departed, so last Tuesday one of my sisters and I … Continue reading →

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Sarson Days

Posted on 23rd April 2022 by Ian

We had fish and chips in a Temple Bar restaurant for lunch. They took forty-five minutes to serve them. The portion of fish was more batter than fish, the chips were more like the starch sticks they call ‘fries’ than … Continue reading →

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Skipping

Posted on 22nd April 2022 by Ian

There was no reason why boys didn’t use skipping ropes, we just didn’t. Skipping was for girls and boxers. The speed at which some boxers could skip was extraordinary. How heavily-muscled men could be so light on their feet was … Continue reading →

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