Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

The chief memory from primary school geography is the time when I turned the country around. In those times when making photocopies was a rare phenomenon confined to large institutions where xerox machines could reproduce cloudy images, tracing paper was … Continue reading →

The gentle tones of Bob Harris were on the radio this evening. Undoubtedly, a Google search would tell me what age he is, but I prefer him to remain forever the indeterminate age he was when he presented The Old … Continue reading →

Walking through the school grounds, a group of Year 7 boys approached (first formers, in the old way of counting). “Sir, are we late for our class?” Knowing nothing of their timetable and having little idea of where their classroom might … Continue reading →

I just walked across the road to look, the puddle is no longer there, just a neatly cut grass verge. This evening is the puddle-jumping anniversary. There used to be a puddle straight across the road that passes our house, … Continue reading →

A big dog fox ran across the lane, through a ragged hedge, and across a paddock where it was watched with an indifferent air by a group of horses. In the fading daylight, it was beginning a night’s activity. It … Continue reading →