Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Driving to hoe

Don would drive the Land Rover with one of the old hands beside him in the front. The rest of us sat in the back, on the bench seats that ran down either side. The journey  was made from a … Continue reading

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A cider house in the family

One Sunday morning in the spring of 2012, I stood in a church watching people arrive for service. A parishioner who attended every week came into the church and I realised that I could not remember the name of someone … Continue reading

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Tick-tock

When the house was quiet, the ticking of the clock was clearly audible. There would have been many quiet moments. Television broadcasting hours were limited and there were only three channels to watch during those hours. The idea of a … Continue reading

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Steam days

The smell of a steam locomotive is a distinctive smell, it is the smell of burned coal, the smell of heavy engineering, the smell of a lost past. It is a smell that can be an expensive experience, now; travelling … Continue reading

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Going to vote

It is forty years ago today, the first Thursday in May, that I first voted. In solidly Tory Somerset, I went to High Ham village hall with bright red stickers from the Labour candidate stuck to my motor bike helmet. … Continue reading

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