Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Reading of an end to childhood

Still sorting the boxes of books that arrived from High Ham last week. I put Sebastian Barry’s On Canaan’s Side on a shelf of novels. It is a book with a moment of sad beauty. ‘Mr Nolan used to read … Continue reading

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Rhiannon and Gladys

Rhiannon used to scare me. Of course, Rhiannon never existed except as a 1970s song. But her name used to evoke a sense that there was a sophisticated and streetwise world out there that was forever beyond the understanding of … Continue reading

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Ten years ago today

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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The smell of virtue comes from a tin

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

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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