Author Archives: lesleyjonesberry

Retrospective

Posted on November 11, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

I’ve started reading Barney Norris’ The Vanishing Hours. The first few pages are exquisite, and chime so strongly with my current mood that I’m just going to quote from them: I thought if I could record all the beauty that … Continue reading →

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Anticipation

Posted on September 2, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse’ The Night Before Christmas By Samuel Clemens In the library at my primary school, there was a book which contained just … Continue reading →

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Music and Movement

Posted on July 25, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

A friend took part in a virtual choir event of vast scope recently. The organiser, Eric Whiteacre, launched this in 2010, with 185 people taking part.  Since then it has grown enormously and in 2020 over 17,500 singers, many recording … Continue reading →

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Imaginary Friends

Posted on June 6, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

‘I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space’ Hamlet, II ii We’re all bounded in nutshells at the moment. At an early stage in the pandemic, my best friend needed to self-isolate for … Continue reading →

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Dawn chorus

Posted on May 8, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

I wake frequently at night.  It’s nothing new – I don’t think my depth of sleep ever recovered from the disturbance of having babies, while menopausal hot flushes have, more recently, put paid completely to long continuous stretches.  I don’t … Continue reading →

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Things Unseen

Posted on March 29, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. TS Eliot, Burnt Norton. Venice must be exquisitely beautiful at the moment. The resident population is low, so the streets will be so … Continue reading →

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Let be

Posted on March 14, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

With the publication of The Mirror and the Light I am – and I want to say ‘of course’, with the fond exasperation and indulgence one uses when talking of a friend’s characteristic idiosyncrasies, but applying it to myself.  The … Continue reading →

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I (don’t) know where I’m going

Posted on February 8, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

In the magical film ‘I know where I’m going’   the young heroine (played by Wendy Hiller), bright and determined, is clear-sighted and purposeful about what she wants to achieve.  Until the fog halts her journey and a Scottish island – … Continue reading →

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Meeting myself

Posted on September 6, 2019 by lesleyjonesberry

We spent our holiday in North Yorkshire.  This is a region I had driven past or travelled through on journeys further north, but never before stopped in or explored.  We discovered an utterly beautiful combination of dramatic coastline and glorious … Continue reading →

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The substance of things hoped for

Posted on June 7, 2019 by lesleyjonesberry

The ticket drawer (now a ticket folder due to our downsizing) is considerably lighter these days.  Not because we go to fewer events, but because physical tickets are rapidly becoming anachronistic.  We all book online, and this process means the … Continue reading →

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