Author Archives: Ian

Jammy doughnuts

Bags of doughnuts would come from Alan’s baker’s van. Once a pale blue van from the Co-operative Retail Society, it had become a grey one when when he had begun to work for himself. Alan had a surname, but it … Continue reading

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Voices in the gloom

There is a joy in hearing children’s voices emerging from the greyness of an autumn evening. Every last minute of daylight is spent in the company of friends. Roller skates and bicycles are used on the road with a casual … Continue reading

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This is the Shire

“Riverton” says the signpost to the new housing development. It sounds like somewhere from the pages of J.R.R. Tolkien, somewhere from The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings. It would not be hard to imagine such tales unfolding among the … Continue reading

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En Route

It’s probably here somewhere, tucked away among my Dad’s books and papers. It is a book called En Route. It was an out of date edition brought by my father from the air station at which he worked.  It was … Continue reading

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The bandsman

Friday mornings, between 6.45 and 6.50 am, he drives across the moor. The car, a small Vauxhall hatchback, is heavily laden. Large red canvas bags fill the rear of the car. Cymbals from a drum kit rest on top of … Continue reading

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