Thomas Nicholson Behind my house, looking up the hill – and into the past – I can watch him or what’s left, in an iron basket, dancing a helm wind jig, shirt tatters fluttering. I think I can see the ripples of the air around the gibbet – his and the man he murdered. You […]
Distractions on the way to the end of the tunnel
It’s weird. The past 12 months have seen so many frightening and monumental things – firsts, lasts, and who’d have thoughts – yet, now, less than a week from what I hope to be a finishing line and I’m scared. Our new house is nearly finished and (everything crossed) there are no more obstacles, delays […]
Diving into the past…
Oddly, when I don’t blog about things, it’s as if they didn’t really happen. It’s the old tree falling in the forest thing. If there’s no one to listen, what’s the point? Boy Three and I are stuck at home. He’s isolating because a classroom assistant has tested positive. (Won’t it be marvelous one day […]
Things that make me smile right now
Back to Penrith recently and much delight to discover that our favourite fried food purveyor has gone mobile. Thank you, Shap Chippy. And – at long last – family gathered a bit. Simply wonderful to see everyone and, for a bit, forget about some of the more interesting bits of the past few months. Boy […]
Aw, man. When it doesn’t seem there’s a bright side to look on…
One tries one’s very best to look on the bright side and unearth the silver lining, however deeply it is buried and however malodourous the thing that is burying it. Lately, however, I encountered a couple of moments for which the opportunity was not immediately obvious. You know? The kind of thing that rocks you […]