Monthly Archives: March 2018

Portrait​ or Landscape; Print or Craft

In the early days I struggled to push my words into landscape form pamphlets. Then along came Kindle and Createspace, and one or two others, and it seemed as though the battle was lost, all now should be in portrait form. … Continue reading

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Daydreams of the Daydreams, of the Sparkling Mountain Heather

I have been to Sark. There is a photograph. I have been to the Dingle Peninsula. There is a photograph. I have been to Skye and Shetland. There are photographs. I am writing right now only of places. I have … Continue reading

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Missing; Gone Fishing

I have upgraded my icloud storage, from 200Gb to 2Tb. Not sure what that means? Me neither. My devices are trusted. Not sure what that means? Me neither. Files have gone missing. Not files about gone fishing, for that is in … Continue reading

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Yesterday I showed you where it all almost started, today I give you The Future…

In the early 1960’s my brother had his 21st Birthday at The Crown in Birdsedge. My parents were tenants until Hammonds United Brewery decided the pub was no longer viable and closed it. At one stage in the evening, my … Continue reading

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Where It All Began, Almost

The Crown, once a public house where I lived from the age of four, is now an artist’s studio. I have been back, but that’s a long time ago. I might have been looking sideways at the time, always in … Continue reading

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Boats, And Balloons, And A Substantial Lack Of Serious Commitment

I was talking last night about living on a boat. My friend is doing such a thing for half of the year. I wondered why, and he proceeded to tell me of two previous occasions of his living on board. … Continue reading

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The Little House, Behind The Big House, Before All Those Other Houses

I was trying to remember the various places where the poems, for the current collection which I am working on, were written. I do remember that in the little house behind the big house that we had a glass topped … Continue reading

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