Category Archives: Moving on

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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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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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The final voyage

In November 2010, we went to hear Stornoway at Southampton Students’ Union.  Our then-teenage son had sparked my interest in contemporary music after a gap of many years.  He introduced me to live gigs and this was our first “family” … Continue reading →

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Meet and greet

What does an hour and a half watching Mark Rylance dressed in a bright orange puffed jacket clowning and making snow angels on stage actually give me, apart from pleasure? Continue reading →

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