Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Youthful distancing

Asthma meant going away to school at the age of fourteen. The school was tucked into a valley deep among the granite tors and outcrops of Dartmoor. It was reached by a single tracked road from the village of Manaton, … Continue reading

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Looking for the station

The death of my Dad brought moments simply to stop and think, moments to drive through familiar lanes and to recall journeys with him. We must have travelled through Upton hundreds of times. Upton was fascinating to a small boy … Continue reading

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Tea and books

Perfect contentment in teenage years was a mug of tea and a book. I drank tea that was excessively sweet, three spoons of sugar, and read voraciously. Perhaps the lack of alternative diversion explained the tea and reading, but there … Continue reading

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Dad and Skip

“How are you, Dad?” “Not well, Skip.” Spending most of the winter in hospital, Dad wishes to be nowhere other than his own armchair. Conversations with the ward staff only bring a re-emphasis of the need for him to remain … Continue reading

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Money in my pocket

Younger people seem to use contactless cards or smartphone apps for even the smallest of purchases, so perhaps having a handful of change in my pocket is a sign of age. There seemed something reassuring in the coins. Once £9 … Continue reading

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