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Author Archives: lesleyjonesberry
I (don’t) know where I’m going
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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Tagged Amsterdam, Chevalier, Powell, Pressburger, Travel
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Meeting myself
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
The substance of things hoped for
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
Kneeling where prayer has been valid
On Good Friday we went to St Paul’s Cathedral for Matins. It’s a formal choral service, dominated by sung psalms, anthems and responses, creating a context for the congregation to dwell in the music, the mood, the building. For me, … Continue reading
Sloe gin
My brother makes sloe gin and, at Christmas, he presented us with a bottle, along with home-made jam and preserves. We’d made an enthusiastic start on it, but for some reason the last few measures lingered in the bottle, until … Continue reading
Much Posessed by Death
I had a half-written blog and was resisting its completion because I felt that I’d written enough about mourning and mortality. Then, this week, I learned that my first boyfriend had died, just days short of his 56th birthday, and … Continue reading
A farewell to Borka
A few days ago it was announced that John Burningham has died. He wrote and illustrated children’s books and was the illustrator of Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang, the book by Ian Fleming which became even more famous in a musical film version. As … Continue reading
Time before and time after
Last week I met up with my English teacher. We have seen each other occasionally over the years, perhaps once a decade since she taught me at ‘A’ level many years ago. And it occurred to me that there are … Continue reading
En passant
The other day I received last-minute tickets for a BBC recording at the Radio Theatre at Broadcasting House. I had no other plans so decided to go, despite the short notice. I also realised that what appealed to me was … Continue reading
Safe as houses
Like many of their generation, my parents grew up in rented homes and were first-time property owners. My grandfather viewed my father’s ambition to buy his own house with suspicion. They were savers, not spenders, and debt, in the form … Continue reading
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