Author Archives: Ian

Weight not volume

“Sold by weight not by volume,” the words on the Corn Flakes box always spoke with an air of authority, as though a legal declaration was being made at the kitchen table each morning, as though the red Formica-topped table … Continue reading

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Glad to be rid of him

All Souls’ Day: in parish days it was a season for the remembrance of the faithful departed by those whose cosmology allowed for a temporal space between death and the final culmination of time; it was a time to tread … Continue reading

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A mangold wurzel and half a crown

It is fifty-five years since I won the prize. 31st October 1966 was Punkie Night at Long Sutton Primary School, not that many of us would have had pumpkins with which to make Hallowe’en lanterns.  For most of us, it … Continue reading

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Wailing winds

My sister’s Chihuahua and Maltese were ready for their evening walk. They barked impatiently waiting for their leads. Only as we stepped out of the door did I remember how dark nights in rural Somerset could be. No light from … Continue reading

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Wishing for a rail journey

We went to see the Mappa Mundi, that artefact of a pre-modern world in which the mythological combined with the geographical and historical, that theological statement about the nature of Christendom. Afterwards, I dropped them off at Hereford station, they … Continue reading

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