Monthly Archives: June 2011

Summer Days and Storm Water

The Wimbledon tennis tournament again.  Mrs Llew has an unflinching work ethic but I am delighted that she has abandoned it to follow the competition this year, even though the British standard-bearer is a Scot. She’s even warming to him … Continue reading

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Work to do

Some time ago I posted a piece here about spending time on a sunlit headland. I see that place now in my memory as golden, with ripening corn and long grasses turning to seed. I was looking out to sea … Continue reading

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Midsummer and Mickey Rooney

My grandmother called it ‘syringa’, a shrub with hauntingly fragrant white flowers which marks midsummer. It seems to be more widely named now as ‘mock orange’  but whatever it is called, its scent takes me to other times and places. … Continue reading

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Update

Busy. Another post tomorrow, God willing.

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Motor Horn and Birdsong

In the quiet of this long, light evening there was birdsong.  It came from a dense patch of  hawthorn and wild roses, said in local legend to cover a disused nuclear bunker. I could hear it as I stood and … Continue reading

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West Wind

I’m losing it. Since I switched  my posts from the British False Memory website Forum to here, I have tried to dwell on past times when I, as a child,  or when my children, when they were young, could relive … Continue reading

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Holy Springs and Hatton Garden

Not for the first time I return to T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets where he writes:  ‘Here, the intersection of the timeless moment/Is England and nowhere. Never and always.’ I think of it as I look at a postcard of the … Continue reading

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