Category Archives: Moving on

The Mad Woman in the Attic

Sometimes I dream of being in a familiar house, opening a door and finding a forgotten room. This is a common dream theme, a recurrent trope. The discovery brings with it with a strange small mis-step lurch of emotion: how … Continue reading

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Portway

At the top of our road is a thoroughfare named Portway. It heads roughly east to west, with houses and side roads along its southern edge and West Ham Park bordering to the north. This park was originally part of … Continue reading

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Staying, still

Sometimes we know when we are about to create significant memories:  a marriage vow, a graduation, a last visit to the vets.  But other times they creep up on us and only that wise counsellor, hindsight, recognises significance.  So with … Continue reading

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How does it make you feel?

‘Our possessions outlast us, surviving shocks that we cannot; we have to live up to them, as they will be our witnesses when we are gone. In this room are the goods of people who no longer use them’ Hilary … Continue reading

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If I knew you were coming

I made a cake at the weekend.  I don’t often bake these days but it was my son’s birthday and traditions are reassuring.  My mixing bowl is a Mason Cash – you know the type, surely in the UK it … Continue reading

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In My Mind’s Eye

Another national lockdown returns me to Dickens.  I have written already about the reassurance and pleasure provided through long novels.  Good audiobook versions are my substitute for live theatre:  more than anything else, this is where I can find compensation … Continue reading

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Anticipation

‘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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Dawn chorus

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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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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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

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